fabric pulls bandages,
across raw knees.
before first coherent thoughts form,
dull pains remind me of this strange address
where i currently reside.

a space,
somewhere between,
the chaos of Thursday
and the hope of Sunday.
love expressed
in notes written inside greeting cards,
and internal sorrow
buried in in impossible regrets.
the salvation found
in a cuddle of unconditional love;
the judgment found
behind my own eyes.

each moment brings its own choice,
whether to bury my heart
behind the wall called regret;
to dare and lift myself once again
to the place
where grace is found.


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