Ghosts come out when we go in too deep

with doors closed and hearts ripped open

we’re all bound up in words falling down

loud, angry sounds of silence, wearing away time

bringing back all the yesterdays of our unlearning

a cliff dream repeat; falling over and over

never quite hitting bottom, but knowing

the jagged rocks are waiting below

I received this lovely award from Marilynn

at mairmusic

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