in the aftermath the answer is yes

It is hard to look at me

for I am your museum

and also your miracle

reflecting your starlight  

so my heart stays home

embarrassed by sadness

by being a fraud friend

using terror for thought

my hope feeling like hype

my feelings feeling foolish

I rise and fall on wings that

may be pages and they may

take me away to forgetting

I can see the road right here

--how it gets all the way there

without touching anything 

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Pic: The aftermath of yesterday's winter storm.