I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
–Carl Jung
I want to withdraw
pull silence close
a tight cloak against
longing’s pervasive rain
I cannot articulate desire
instead the vowels howl
along a distant ridge
where echoes stand mute
a constant drone berates
each stumbled misstep
each falter in concentration
until doubt bleeds truth
and a throb of fear lingers
like an unhealed wound
(November 27, 2015)
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