masquerading as philosopher and student
I search for order within these spirits of blue
moving at breakneck speed
through forests with barren branches,
delicate limbs spread like ribs cracked open
in the aftermath of chaos
a cathedral of sorts
this place of healing
a haphazard parade of shadows
moving gently towards the light
unaccustomed to this bright sunshine
my eyes lower until I find purpose
uncertainty drumming in my heart
as I resume the search for peace
walking to the edge of the place
where hope clings thick and heavy
as if to smother the fear and confusion
housed in the dilapidated barns I pass along the way
beside a town that no longer knows my name
I leave unanswered love letters on every doorstep
to the ones who rendered me mute
as they whispered platitudes and false prayers
to the ones who rearranged the rules
as they assigned judgment
to the ones who writhed, uncomfortable
with sorrow they would not claim
to all who collected faded blooms
that carpeted hallowed ground without reverence
to all who survived my flood of tears
without extending a hand
to each, I left these notes
as my face turned toward the warmth of forgiveness
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