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this is new.

this is

there used to be a light

and someone has turned it off

in front of my face

but for years I thought I could still see

before I went half blind

this is

what do I want

strong soft

both

neither

scared

they tell you

lean on a shoulder

when you’re stumbling

but I started this at sundown and there are too many trails

now I am all alone and it is midnight and I can’t find the moon

I can’t find the things that have always been there and

this is my finish line to cross

this was supposed to be a simple walk

done before dark but

it has turned into fighting a clear path through a storm

I used to be able to love without second-guessing but

now you are a given,

nothing else is

how am I supposed to find solid ground when I can’t feel my own body

how am I supposed to love you like I did when I can’t spell the sentences of my own love letters

I don’t know how to reach through my own heart

and find what I needed a thousand years ago

how am I supposed to need you

when I don’t know what I need

this is

being tossed under waves I thought were freshwater

and getting a lungful of salt

this is

not fitting in the mold they have given me

or the one I gave myself

this is

forgetting everything about the words supposed to

and running on

pure

shaky

want.