Content note: breathing stuff.
a candle burns inside you:
its light seeps out
through childhood scratches,
careworn joywon creases,
and if it gutters in the winds of grief
and sorrowed storms
and gasping grasping squeezes air from your exhausted lungs
then, dear one, think not of fear
nor even trees
but candle-rings
that coating cloaking mark your way
through labyrinths, a thicker skin,
a precious scar, that here records
the nights you fought your way back through to dawn.
for JJ, who shows me where light gets in; who reminds me that I carry grace.
a candle burns inside you:
its light seeps out
through childhood scratches,
careworn joywon creases,
and if it gutters in the winds of grief
and sorrowed storms
and gasping grasping squeezes air from your exhausted lungs
then, dear one, think not of fear
nor even trees
but candle-rings
that coating cloaking mark your way
through labyrinths, a thicker skin,
a precious scar, that here records
the nights you fought your way back through to dawn.
for JJ, who shows me where light gets in; who reminds me that I carry grace.
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