Friday, February 21, 2014


And rather than hurried and scared
Spooked by shadows and ghouls alike
I choose to walk slowly.
Running my fingertips along a line of bricks
In a wall
Erected to honour that which I may never fully know.
Feeling for clues along smooth dips and abrasive surfaces
Hoping the texture will reveal truths

Only visible in the brilliant rays of self-love.

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