I'm letting too much go, the door is full of cracks, how many times have I slammed it closed? Split and rusted hinges, paint is falling down in pieces, bound to fail from the get go. If I could just pull the handle, I'd let you in. I'd welcome it. Muster the courage to face this, my demons

I'm not afraid. I can feel the cliffs edge calling me. Standing still in the rain, I loved you dearly

Mountains of contrition under mountains of old dishes that I planned to clean, but I'm looking at old post cards, fulfilled for the most part, until I dive too deep. Reflecting against the hollowed ground. I didn't see the light in me until now