Poetry

Clarity

February 21, 2018

It came only after I agreed

To close my eyes

And trusted enough

To open them again.

 

Through the fog.

The rainfall.

In dusty rooms.

Bloodshot eyes.

I searched.

 

Over wet pages.

Throbbing knees.

With shattered breath.

Smeared fingers.

I labored.

 

Not in the dark,

Or in the moment of confusion,

But with a new ray of morning,

It landed at my feet.

Clarity.

 

 

 

 

Photo by:

Kyle Szegedi

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