Honest
To lover,my soul
opens inward so much pain
woosh clean
Shared, now free
not lost,understood,woosh
broken bits and tears
flow, woosh did not burn
the man,the past, no more fear.
I was I am still
Copyright © Randall Ulrich | Year Posted 2017
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