Sit down.
Let yourself be haunted
By the thing that will not let you go.
Sit down.
Let your heart be entered
By the thing you hoped for long ago.
Sit down.
Let your heart be broken
By the thing you knew, but cannot know.
Sit down.
Heed the voice that whispers
Softer than the sound of falling snow.
Don’t be afraid; you may touch the fire in the sky and still return to the body.
Copyright 2014
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