Squeezing my mistakes
through doors into
vulnerable spaces
so all can unlock
their bleeding hearts,
and share their grief,
with minds drifting
through corridors of
darkness, embracing their
burdened lives while blind
in thoughts, taking them
far beyond life's clutter
of confusion. I'm willing
to understand by listening,
so giving back dignity,
see them smiling
releasing an emotional
chain of cogs inside,
though my honeymoon
has just begun.
Jan 2012
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