The rambling and reflective introspection
into the morning's pettiness is gone from
view, erased with one swift motion lest
a single eye would ever see the depth to
which my heart can sink. Only you were
witness, gentle redirection from the pit
of self-absorption, reminding me of
things that matter, laughter playing
in the background overtaking melancholy
strains of momentary despair. You conquer
me with light and love and joy, and
always win the battle, inserting what is
good into my life, deleting...word by word...
the things that need to go.
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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