it's a thin bit of ice between me and
freaking the fuck out
but i got out
i was wandering in the dark
opening doors
till one of them led out
side.
i took a tender step of relief
and another of trepidation
am i ready to be in the real world again?
i had set my things down to try the lock
thinking it would be stuck.
what should i bring with me now?
but my turning gaze returns only a closed door.
i didn't even hear it swing shut.
i never decided.
stand empty handed
no swords. no ghosts.
i am a warrior
did i lose myself again?
or did she slip out with me?
within me.
can i bear to carry her?
dare to burry her?
or just let her be. free
can i be. both broken and whole?
i check my pockets for my soul
i check my pockets for my soul.
am i i am a a warrior. warrior ?
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