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Release

Updated: Jun 16

Robert Castagna














There’s an empty space—

a window, high up

where my dark thoughts

Subside


Hurricanes within

they anchor to a time

where I thought less and less

of what I amounted to


Into the air—drifting

across the busy street

expanding, they disappear

like leaves


Swirling above

the rush of people—

oblivious to the rustling sound

of the wind


that stirs

and keeps me up at night


What sunshine is held

within these leaves?

a hidden change—

I become


Part of the larger world,

a synthesis of light and dark

that breathes—

Breathes



releasing the hold

on that small vision of myself



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