...to keeping my head in the clouds

A place for me to express myself through muses and images.

Movements in Stillness


Perhaps it was my fault.
Always the quite one,
Moving with child steps
Through the room.
Unseen was how
The movements took me through the room,
To the corner:
Where the walls converge,
Steadying and supporting my bent spine.
The darkness concealing silent tears.

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