Feb 5, 2011


It's quiet.
The orange candle burns above the t.v.
Absolute silence
Except for the hum of the fan in the laptop.
I can breathe.
My chest is not tight.
Many candles have burned since I have felt this way.
Numerous people have come and gone between
different candles I have lit.
Every individual touched my heart
inside this chest.
Sometimes the touches were not gentle.
I am healing.
The light at the end of the tunnel is shining,
bringing balance
to the swaying see-saw that is my mind.
My glass is half full,
and I shall savor every sip.

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