the day i died

I lived

I woke to myself

I saw how I was

who I was

the shroud removed

I felt naked


i so wanted to see

so desperately

prayed for a

clearing in the fog

but when it lifted

I felt alone & frightened

the illusion of safety

no longer forbidden

I could see it was me

who had to pull through

this morass as I slowly

move compared to the

speed the clarity of vision

life now affords


pockets of clarity

portend a full

lifting no longer

struggling in

the dark

scary but


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