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Lost…alone
abandoned by truth and reason
torn of all pride and dignity
haunted by
the shadow of the past
humbled by the joy of the future
Sadness
Accepting of reason
No turning back
Lost…alone
abandoned by truth and reason
torn of all pride and dignity
haunted by
the shadow of the past
humbled by the joy of the future
Sadness
Accepting of reason
No turning back
I’m a leather coin purse
rubbed glossy with sweat
that rains from shaking fingers.
slightly tarnished but no less strong—
sewn into my skin and shadow,
gleaming with the secret between my cells
only the maker knew.
an old, black pocket.
I’ve sat and dreamed in sock drawer bottoms,
beach sidewalks, on hotel beds
next to shaking, sweaty fingers
that stitched the sounds of crying into my seams.