The mask we wear only disappears when we let another in

You listen; I sing a disarming song - a vulnerable way to begin

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Thinking: you're always so thoughtful - I ought to be full of love, and blessed with thankful, and I am

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Even before pen hits paper, before lines are woven to take shape into story, the adventure begins: a map forms in the mind and the compass spins

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Tree cuts bark spills sap fills the rut

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Paper cuts, then blood, smudged poems sketched upon naked skin -

some of the most visceral ink of the world stains us nearly as soon as the writing begins

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Bass and trout jump - the smooth surface of water, shattered - beneath the bridge where currents flow as stories to the sea

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Rainbows shimmer, where light of day mingles with sun, and water of clouds heeds the call to dance,

the artist renders the sky as song, drawn across the color expanse

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Flit – bird – flit -

I'm content to sit to watch the wind split around me, the sound of air, crackling:

the hummingbird is a small but mighty dragon

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Living in a nation of irritation:

of words, spoken; deeds, broken -

Hope, a song we sing in frustration

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in a bin in the corner in a box marked with words: Handle With Care - there sits Despair - patient, as always, and willing to share

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