Fierce

Disappear fear

Of unconscious feelings

Carried so long

So far, so deep

Toss them aside

In blue recycling containers

Like plastic bottles

I pick up hiking the glorious desert

So worshiped and adored.

For who would wish

To leave it messy

Messy outside

Like me inside?

Permit him joyous entry

Knowing I’ve been

Waiting for him too long

And I will share the real me

Open me, all of me

Then maybe

Maybe…

He won’t move on

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