I keep disappearing
inside my head
becoming a promise
so unbound
it's like using clouds
as landmarks
or charting open skies
as a map
places that turn endless
as love unseen
to teach me that healing
isn't always clear
I lift my hands upwards
in adoration
surprised when I learn
how heavy they are
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Pic: Sunbeams on our way home from the Pistons game in Detroit on Sunday. They handily won the playoffs, so the mood in our car was jubilant.
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