Downtime
The world continues its rotation
with or without your attendance.
It has been so since the earth cooled
and mountains and seas became.
Give it up and
check out –
to the closet corner, if you please.
Dark and soundless
singularly personal.
Sit with shoes of worn tread left upon the
path of overuse,
the scent of lessons learned and
willfully ignored.
Feel silky seams sewn with promise
brush your cheek,
now frayed and undone.
Pull your knees to your chest
and rest your chin upon the death
of desire for it all.
Let your heart heal.
Then unlock the door
and savor the scars.
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