a catharsis

through corridors,

i am a blank.

this is not so strange,

and the stairs

are less forbidding.

it makes a nice change.

through drawers, rifling

for hours spent

and old lover

my fervent believer

in a woollen jumper

lets me know

he doesn't feel anymore either.

 

now i can feel.

at home

with my life's work.

see that then,

what is now...

tears

of a girl.

 

this is not

the life

i would have chosen for myself.

me in oils

shorn

but with a wealth

of feeling.

stripped to the core

and healing.

 

(i healed too far)