Ascension

No stars existed
not one pinhole of light
in the black
expanse of time and
space, a galaxy removed
from planets and people
feelings and truth
an unlikely cocoon
where a latent image
appeared, flimsy and
unfocused,
a haze on the
negative I dared to
hold up to the light

I reached for the
magnifying glass,
hoping to define it
and words spilled out-
breaking the silent
void of my womb
letters floating and
now captured
with each click of
my pen to paper
the image clear,
defined,
my own reflection
with wings

I flew up
and out.

 

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Come Clean

Back and forth, back and forth

trying to come clean.

DSC_9019The secret, elusive but sweet.

A pinprick, a returning and rendering

of the simple truth.

No more lies,

watch the ruby red drops fall

one

two

three

onto the clean slate, surrounded by snow.

DSC_9028“If your sins are blood-red, they’ll be snow-white.” Isaiah 1:18 (The Message)

Come Clean.