the pause after the end

the pause after the end
leaning into another beginning

that place
I want
need
to step into it

fold my body
fold my heart
fold myself
to curl around you 
to hold you close
to me
and be held
beyond the edge
of myself

but
like a thousand steel needles
I fear
if I close my eyes
I am lost
alone 
bound and torn
into slim ribbons
of existence

I hold myself out
to where dreams thrive
and follow me
like music
through the trees
ask for nothing
in return

just a pause
before 
~

5/100

Published by Leigh-Anne Fraser

writer, poet, photographer, artist, illustrator, knitter,friend and fine pancake flipper

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