Dear Loneliness


Dear Loneliness,

You've been there 
watching 
my rituals

I lay 
counting stars 
my true colors 
on display 

embracing you 
like 
a lover 

self retribution

what we 
inherit is not 
our destiny 

the shape of a thorn 
does not dictate 
the severity 
of the wound  

maps
and memories   
simply 
reflect
the past 

not a 
prediction
of tomorrow

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