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Somewhere in time

fantasies did grow

Over-taking all reality

until no longer

can one differentiate.

Was it madness?

a disease?

An escape from life?

swallowed in a mimosa of hatred

swaddled in grey.

Beating against enclosing walls

fists bleeding

numb with pain.

There is no escape from this truth

no matter how hard

no matter how fast

one tries to flee.

©Jay-lyn Doerksen

July 24/17

Closing/Opening

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