April 6/7

Sometimes we fall 

Deep into silence

To honor the reverie

Of what’s to come.

Sometimes unraveling

The chains around our feet

Loosening what we

Think we must become.

Sometimes untangling

The ribbons in our minds

Catching the corners

And waiting to speak.

My time is mine – 

No one can tell me

How to use it.

And if falling apart

Is how to restart

We’ll go through it.

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