Wrong

You were wrong, he said
with a gentle
half-dreamy smile.
I thought I needed
a cloister, a cage
to hide in darkness
to protect my heart
from pain, my love
from falling
into oblivion.
I thought pushing him
away, benign neglect
would build the wall
he wouldn’t dream to scale.
But I was wrong,
and he was right,
my own smile now
chasing these fears away,
remembering his words
that gentle acceptance
as he brought me back
into the light.

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