I don't look up much anymore.
Your steps no longer linger in the hallways of my heart,
begging for a reaction.
This is my peace.
A long time coming, I can hear the bells of freedom ring into a
glass shattering cacophony of truth.
My eyes start to sting.
I am blinking against the sun that wishes to bathe my
skin over and over,
until I am overcome by love.
This is what I know.
How I felt and how I feel are completely opposite,
but both with the intensity of 126 tiny stretched rubber-bands.
The rubber-bands popped.
In the release, pieces fly through the air, landing where
they may be retrieved
by some careful person who sees them.
Every precious piece of me.


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