another letter
sits unopened
on a wooden table
in my house
its sits, nestled up
to its earlier

for two days now
i have let it rest there
curious of contents
wary of lies.
when asked
what the problem is
with opening it
my only answer is
that its safer there
instead of in my hands
right now.

i can only believe
in the strength
of that truth
for now

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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