I have unfinished letters piling up
Threatening to fade.Some years old, nearly kept in envelopes,
bearing weight of your address,
Ready to extricate itself off my captivity
Yet I forbid them freedom.I watch them still
While they call me out on my cowardice.I grip them tight, lock them up in my suitcases and start a new again.
Just like that my hands once again ache to touch the pen and write more.
You were so much more than a distraction to me.
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YOU ARE READING
Brink of Blasphemy
PoetryNobody thinks what I think, Nobody dreams when they blink.