It’s this dumb dark
you carry with you
that shreds my disposition
and threads it through
the keyhole which affords me
my sole chance
of even glimpsing you.

I too carry my own dark,
but in stark contrast
to the courage I perceive
in the way you carry yours,
I hold mine at a distance,
afraid of what might happen
should I hold it too close.

-r. miller

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