Writing

My Spirit Does the Heavy Lifting

There are but 2 people
with whom I trust my darkness.
When I am in that fitful state
I have come to know
As I thumb through that list
Looking for someone to call
My name does not appear.

The I that is entangled
In he said/she said,
Judgment,
Loneliness,
1 am thoughts racing in bed
focused on who did not call,
No, that I is not on the list.

In that egoic darkness, alone and raging,
When it comes to finding
a person to trust,
Of this I am certain:
That version of I will not be one of them.

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