IV
knew what incompletion felt like. once I
traveled extended years...journeyed through the
terrains of life giving of myself in
the hopes someone would reciprocate. knew
what giving all of me until I had
no more of me felt like. i lived it, most
of my life. eyes blinded by the brilliance
of fiber-glass stars accompanying
an imitation reality, and
for what? ive known the emptiness, ive drank
the bitter waters of nothing-else-to-
give. knew what incompletion felt like, tried
overlooking the loneliness. tried to
put up white-washed walls, like I had structure...
eventually I grew up, through the pain.
V
monitoring my life...considering
my ways. taking the candle, light splashing
the darkened floors of this unexplored soul.
what will I see? will I be prepared to
meet the hidden things; face the ignored things?
the fall of twenty eleven, I...made
thirty; lights dancing before fresh, opened
eyes; I took an inward look at me; saw
me for the first time...saw the little me
cowering in corners of hurt, painted
with fears and distilled aggravations.
...glanced into the eyes of neglect, the air-
dampened with numbness; I pushed myself to
face myself...healing and wholeness entered...
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