Touch wood:
I seek safety -- to be whole, and to heal
Slowly my haven emerges
bright & strong
for one moment of perfect clarity
then
clouds waft in,
staining my inner landscape with fear and doubt
the tree stands
but the horizon grows dark & heavy
the air
a humid blanket of damp foliage
sits atop a still lake reflecting dull silver
one slow breath
the tree stands
i hold on
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