this day of seclusion
has lasted weeks
hiding, fearing
who comes to seek me
it feels the quiet
is more
a friend of mine
and it's ok
that is all I need
my attention tires
and I dread to spend
energy gone molded
rusted,
already spent
I'm not ok for awhile
reflections of me
don't look the same
blurring images
rummaging through
who I used to be
I'll be gone for awhile
I'll be gathering
pieces fallen from
the breakage
that keeps me
stranded in silence
though not for long
not for wasted tries
as I give no alibis
my finding a way
will take as long as it takes
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