Story About A Friend

I confessed
spilled secrets on her dress
rubble in my chest
as I drag her in my mess
feels like a burden
where I am my
own warden
policing what I find
tucked somewhere
in my mind
as she too rewinds
to unravel the chaos
until it unwinds
to become
a sunshine
in our own eyes
we reaffirm the doubts
we harness inside
while holding the torch,
the love,
the light.
I am her,
and she’s like my
and she is she
and feels as I

© Photo by Alison Scarpulla

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