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The glass around my heart breaks

have I spoken too much?

have I ventured too far from the empty space?

the nothingness from which comes everything.

the womb of my mother

nurturing me.

i look around,

where do I find my nurturing now?

i curl up in child's pose, with my eyes closed. 

I feel the comfort of my own heart and blood. 

The silence.

the emptiness. 

The darkness

that allows me to shine.