Childhood, Courage, Empathy, Healing, Home, Hope, Journeys, People, Uncategorized

Winding Staircase

Up the winding staircase coils
another attempt at the same story
told with an older woman’s voice
no longer hot and breathless
with sugar-induced manic love
no longer piercingly afraid
of uncontrolled breakage falling

I can handle a few scars

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