Those were turbulent days
we crashed and swayed --
drifted
Til in the orange tint of morn'
with labored breath
we were reborn --
until dusk
But the blues and greys of night
begged insight as I redressed
redid, relit the silent inner fight --
I submit,
You held the string to my flight,
I was your kite.
By Mary E. Lohan
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