I lay with visions fading into a vignette of darkness,
boulder-like energy looming above my own heart.
I know these arms are strong enough,
yet this tangled mind makes no connection.
Fear lives here.
What will I see after the darkness fades?
No one will tell me, I should remember.
I choose not knowing.
The light does return and it says, "reach for this vine."
Falling for a trace of moving color,
I am awake now
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Devyn Marie
A poetic expression of deeper water. An outlet for my philosophies. A refuge for deep-thinkers who are curious about root causes and connections. A home for the profound within me. A place for love to grow.
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