No change in my efforts,
leaning toward the light,
able bodied.
My frown of petals,
a disconsolate stare.
A certain touch,
its might of emancipation,
like the merriment of children,
joys me to tears.
Cryptically as I cover my brow,
intent to hide,
I am noticed.
The foundation of my reality,
inhibits disclosure.
Numb in silence,
a prayer to my liberator,
exceeds my stifled reach.
The affection of my acquaintance,
eases all pleading;
Her gift,
cradled near,
we part.
The warmth of nostalgia,
soon to slumber.
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