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by Richard Vince

At last, my gentleness has found a home.
No more having to remember how
To be, no more remembering which me
Is most acceptable: just the peace that comes
From no longer having to hide.

It is as though our lives were waiting
To merge, our souls waiting to meet,
Our hearts waiting to beat together
As our eyes widen with love and adventure,
Full of the beauty we both see
Surrounding us.

This is the comfort that eluded me
Through all those years I spent on edge,
On the cusp of falling, straddling
The event horizon between a beautiful day
And the endless night it hides.

Now I have stepped back from the precipice
At last, I find there is nothing to fear:
To gain all of her, I need not lose
Any part of myself. The struggle to
Hold on to all that I am has ceased;
Ever more desperate attempts to hold back
The tide of my being are but a memory;
Finally, I can rest.

06/05/2017

Posted on 06/10/2017
Copyright © 2020 Richard Vince

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