when my pages are left
in the wind to fend
for themselves,
after my cursor
has winked itself
into limbo,
during a brawl
of thoughts, fighting
for forefront
before my heart
would utter,
stutter a line
and my eyes
ache to cry,
I deny
it’s hard again
to imagine,
see why I try
then, I know that
I need to
look inside again
I feel that
it’s time
to let go again
I need
that desire
to breathe again
I open
again, unfold
to see again
find a window
a door,
any exit
out of this
limbo, tending
to fend
for myself
when I’ve been
brought to forefront
of His mind
and her eye, it’s why
I need to
cast lines
and pray and hope
for a bite,
and watch it come
swimming in
rhyme
-B. Brown
(artwork by Loui Jover)
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