Other parts of wishing to be free.
Just another part of me.
So easy to judge control when the lack of it…
is often sold.
Basic greetings at the door.
Conjuring stories never spoken.
I quicken my pace.
While witnessing this other ‘me’.
However, even that has caused undo injury.
Thus, with a providing climate, I relocate my recluse…everyday.
But under the debris and dormant, she is in-between everything.
That is when the holiest of our survival…
must coexists in my dreams.