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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