You cocoon yourself in your routines, your loves. Keep going. Stay steady. An indwelling of the familiar. Your brain about to burst through the cracks in your skull.
Easy now. Breathe. At times, you feel as though you are standing at the edge of a volcano, staring into its depths. Too preoccupied, or tired, to look behind you. To see me, sitting here, shining.
Patiently waiting.
With love as bright as a thousand suns. Trying so hard, to look away.
Claire Marsden enjoys writing poetry, CNF, and flash fiction, and is thrilled many of her pieces have found wonderful homes, both in print and online. Say hi to her over on Twitter @occulife.
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