The fear keeps circling
coming closer.
With a dry mouth I turn
to the dark cave wall
and wait for sunrise,
the promise of a new day.
A chance to start afresh.
With a vow of love
in my heart
I turn to the light
and feel the broken trust
mend.
There is space for hope,
binding the pieces together,
finding reason in the chaos.
I stop the drone of a fly
with my fist
then let it go.
It is as simple as that.
(space, mouth, circling, vow, binding,
broken, cave, drone, sun, fist, crook, chants). I didn't manage
'crook' and changed 'chants 'to 'chance'.
This is gorgeous, that last line was so powerful
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