I was
taught to
show my
feelings, the
honey dreanched
facets of emotion
but I
have to
find a
line. before
I become
too transparent
I've had
my share
of doubts
waited out
the blur of
storm clouds
violent illusions
it's just
another bruise
don't give
yourself away
too easily
make them
work
what is
their color
sweet glow
I miss
the slow frequency
of your
moon burn
never out
of season
always constant
the light
is inviting
gone is
the pale
hand of
winter
I want to
be visible
again
to find
a reason
for me
~Sarah Mahina Calvello
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