phases | Leslie Michelle Yeary @lesliemichellepoetry

Updated: Feb 24

I used to be afraid of change,

Frozen body, clammy hands,

my mind a rage against every

deathly possibility; nonetheless,

haunting scenarios haunted

my future as lullabies laced with lies

lay with me every night.

You were my light.

You cut me open,

took the plunge -

a sponge to the flood

of my emotional mud

and together we fumbled

through it.

Now when I rise,

I am at home with hope,

and you. You offered me

permission to prosper

so I'll offer back

my humble thanks.

Hues of healing color the sky

bright with possibilities

and our phases of love

propel us to the moonlight.

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