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in the breath
that was
an unborn child
a shadow
o’er the sun
ancient waves
crashing to the sea
echoing surrender
tears as silent rain
while wishing
fell asleep
against my soul
burns like whiskey
when all the nights
are long
dreams denied
the sanctity
of home

. . .

Author’s Note: Recently, my heart has been laid open, working with someone I love (dearly) to address old hurts, old pains, scars beneath the scars. Depression wears thin across the same old lines, always taking more than we had to give.