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When the door closes please don’t look back

for not wracked with grief will I be;

a sense of relief, of a burden now shed

a small dance breaks from me.

The truth of it is, as Cohen’s voice caresses my skin

I am not afraid of your loss,

Not afraid that you shall flee

for I know….I know….

the worth of me.

Sensual, sexual, lusting

I will no longer hide

Do not think to shush me,

do not think to bind,

for I have found truth,

I have found expression in mine own.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

May 6/17

Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen

I am a single hard working mom in her 40's. I have always written poetry and I love words. I live with depression and its ups downs. This is a space where I can create and write all that I need to.

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