Pinhole by Kay Ryan
Because you can only sit in the dark for so long, until the sky opens up again.
Because it is time to wake up.
Because a wound heals eventually.
Because a scar means surviving.
Because another story can begin even if the other hasn’t reached its end yet.
Because I am here. Because you are here.
Because the world turns.
Because there is a crack in everything.
A pin hole
of light. We
more of it
a small act
Welcome back, T. We missed you.
Scars don’t always mean surviving, In my mind, at least.
Missed your words and the poems you choose. Thanks.
I missed you, T. Thanks for coming back. I love your words.
Much more, so much more your words speak to our journeys….. to our hope that one day we will be enough. Thank you xx
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