Cast Not Stones

seeing beyond the type
of personal flaws
becoming aware of deep
settled traumas of more
touchy subjects
scream with horror
and, the hammer falls
whom casts stones
an arms throw away
will be an extension of
the stone is you
rock, mortar, sweat
building walls
like castle keeps
to unburden your light
and thoughts
darkness dwells
lives well, and within
build your prison
trapped inside your own darkness
become weakened by
yourself

This Loner...

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This loner thinks... thinks, and does it some more.
Some could say she's a thinkers' whore
while hidden within what feels safest for her
she sinks ever deeper
lives under the floor
This shielded hearts mind she ventures outside
her mental land mine
this sensitive's space, a bubble, protection
from wandering souls' spiritual dissection
She opens herself
behind fingers spayed wide
horrified, trembling, shivering inside
one step, two steps halting just now
will she see what to do?
will she even know how?


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