ALL THAT REMAINS UNLOCKED

Hello, you.

. . .This collection holds the poems written in the aftermath . . .
Plain words for the moment you feel misplaced in your own life.

^_^
A chronicle of searching-

➳ through half-open doors,
➳ through the hour between,
➳ through the scratch of longing,
➳ and the weight of what we carry
➳ because we were told to.

❀; ; ;

These poems don't pretend to heal.
They sit in the quiet after the lock clicks open
without your permission, and they ask:

what remains when you stop performing?
what holds when you learn to hold nothing?

✧ ✦ ✧

Unlocked doesn't always mean free.
Sometimes it just means exposed.
Sometimes it just means still here.

• ° ~ ° •

still walking.
still asking.
still Tuesday.

<A poetic edition.>

: : : :
Charlian. 🩷