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
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Author: Jay-lyn Doerksen
A single hard working mom of a soon to be teenage son. A poet and story teller I have wanted to write since I was a child. This space is where I share stories about myself and my life and the creative poetry that stirs my soul. My hope is you will pull up a chair and a cup of coffee delving into the world that I offer and you find simple enjoyment for a few moments.
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