The revelation
did not hit
like a ground-scorching
lightning bolt
disappearing theatrically
in a trail of heaven-retreated
smoke…
I simply looked around
in the settling dust
of the storm
I created,
and there you were,
steadfast despite being
injured,
waiting
for me to again
extend
my hand.
You’ve always been there,
the only one
who’s never
left,
despite the mess
I make
in trying
to emerge
from the grave
of my past,
buried alive,
but each time
my wings
open,
the ghosts reach up,
re-clasp.
You never waver
in your belief in me.
I hope this is the last
tentacle severed
to set us both
free.
Laura Denise 
Your way with words is soulful and beautiful my friend. ❤️
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Oh, Karla. ❤ You keep me so motivated. Love you!
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Beautiful, Laura. Ending is epic.
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Thank you, Jeff! Love epic endings! And starts. And in-betweens. 🙂
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You’re most welcome, Laura! Ah, me too! ☺️
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Lovely words expressing an unwavering friend. They are hard to find and should be treasured.
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Indeed they are and should be, Tone. I am taking that to heart. ❤
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Laura, you’re an amazing writer. Keep sharing your words with us
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Thank you so much, Jeffrey! That means a lot to me that you think so. And I will keep sharing! (Needed that too.) ❤
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