Crickets will whisper into the dawn
Asking if you can ever grow without the sunlight
Sssh! do not let your lost tongue do the thinking
Ahem! they’ll lisp, swallow every seed of light
To birth yourself on a newer prairie sky
You are like a bird with no boundary
Opened wounds will chase you
Promising to breathe you to the end
So as to feast on what remains of your void
Your voice will grow wings
Your silence will grow feet
You must wait and listen ….
To exist again, you must forgive
Lean your mind on the stars at midnight
Call it salvation, remember this with your eyes
And you know this, don’t you?
Unfinished poems will haunt you forever.
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