My eyes hold the dark
Like an open tomb
My mouth cries out
For someone to look at me—
I hear the boards creak.
I feel the walls crack
As dust fills my nose
And the floors shake
Like an earthquake.
Light crawls through the spaces
And my body relaxes.
I am not alone in this darkness.
I see you standing beside the rubble
Looking at me,
Waiting with an open hand,
And I begin again.
I push my body through the pieces of concrete,
And reach.
Your eyes found me.
Your hands took mine,
And we left this place.
This place of dry bones and fallen things.
I like this one! I can really sense the experience and the transformation.
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