Liminal Spaces

Little jagged fragments of awareness keep dropping in
Like lost puzzle pieces that keep turning up
In the liminal spaces where they were lost
In my sleep letters are falling from my mouth
Releasing all that is not truth
Someone painted a word portrait of me
Covered with self-betrayal and doubt
The imagery is fading over time
I can only see the faintest outlines now

21 comments

  1. Today you wandered along and said hello to me, sending small birds in well wishes. Thank you deeply for allowing me to send them to you as well. It truly is a beautiful day…

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