My questions have sharp edges
They swirl around me
Gripping, stabbing, and bleeding from me
Swarming through my mind
Like a dense fog
Engulfing me in blind confusion
They tempt me to doubt hope
Draping me in loneliness
They live deep here
Layer upon layer
Creating an armor that
Keeps me from you
Whispers beg to give voice
To my questions
To reach for your hand
Accepting what you offer
Alarms warn that your
Hand is just an illusion
Another trick leading
To a dark place I know too well
Tightly I hold my questions
A line in the sand between me and you
A false sense of power
Providing no more than
Self destructive ammunition
For a battle I wish to surrender to
This is so painfully beautiful Sara. So beautiful that words fail to express. Loved everything about this. The craving of a lover, her touch, the feel of her warmth. So beautiful. Hope you are well. 😇
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Thank you, Kumar. 😊
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Reminds me of a flourish or a or Rosemaling scroll.
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😊
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Beautiful. Evokes truth. Your writing just keeps getting better all the time.
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That was me, the anonymous was not intentional!
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Thank you! That really means a lot. 💗
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