let it last

simulative fingers feel pain,

as you hear your own heart beat,

as you imagine crawling… climbing up and out.

you stop.

you look down at your own hands as they hold each other,

wrapping each other,

soothing each other,

as if your knuckles would have been bleeding.

you sit.

what an imaginative world we play.

with all the heart ache, and all that pain.

you find yourself sitting, playing, praying, hoping.

you find it.  in all this while,

it’s been quietly waiting for you to realize

everything you have already known.

it’s almost like the light turned on.

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