the way a feather slowly eases to the ground;
like dust these thoughts settle after dancing.
shadow puppets cast on a wall during sleepless nights,
constant troubles cast grey shadows on the light.
pierced by one thought that surfaces but not certainly.
for are you not uncertain?
these unsettling thoughts ease into my cracks-
dust I cannot shake from me.
oh, that my heart were a fortress
and you its conqueror.
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