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Moths on Edge

July 24, 2012

I pull a bit of thread and unravel my broken days. My nights aching with fear
and relief
and an anguish that has no place to go.

When I leave the windows ajar,
A soft, quiet shimmer — vaporous and lazy.
a lost moth on edge
whispers and flutters inside.

A thief.

Not light enough to fight the darkness that has collected all the shadows inside me.
But bright enough to let me know shine is here.

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