Thursday, September 15, 2016


She leaves her burdens at the door
and finds herself living in the moment
In a touch, a taste, a smell
Words uttered by another so succinctly
that they reverberate inside her rib cage
And lodge themselves deeply into her patchwork heart
Her expression changes
A wry smile dances across her ruby lips
She is vindicated and and for once she is not hesitating
Her gut is leading her to a place where regret no longer resides
Where love is the only language spoken
After all this time, she has finally made it home.
Her hands, once shaking with indecision
Are now steady and deliberate
In this place, this moment
She is free.

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