eros the bittersweet

savage light | poem twelve

in the crowd
i am choked by
my own minuteness
staring at you
in wonder ~
how you tread
the path with
your eyes closed ~
strong, hopeful,
unafraid
~ to discover your
own darkness
only redeemed
by your interest
in light.

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anais nin

and the day came when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

t.s. eliot

i should have been a pair of ragged claws.

frida kahlo

i hope the exit is joyful and i hope never to return.