{ finishing project, day one }

eyes burning bright, joints silent,

heart slow. i am cold as loss

and lonely as myth. for years i've

held back a glacier of tears

for fear of losing sight ---

but grief clarifies.

so i am moored on a continent

of feeling: lungs open, eyes full,

shoulders squared for the storms

and sunlight coming.

{ the finishing project }

put forth by crm here