I shut my eyes

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 I shut my eyes

I shut my eyes,

With a signal to stop my thoughts,

Thoughts that seep from the past,

Memories that will not let my present pass.


I shut my eyes

To purge my mind of the blocks,

Blocks that stop the flow of my thoughts,

Opaque to the sweetness of the past.


I shut my eyes,

With a plea to invite sleep,

For moments of silence in the storm,

A blessed oasis in the whirlwind of happening.


I shut my eyes.

To will that sleep will never creep,

Taking with it my precious time,

Time pregnant with a million possibilities 


I shut my eyes,

When they threaten to flood

Rushing to reveal me to the world,

Reckless, leaving me vulnerable, exposed.


I shut my eyes

To will them to break the draught,

With a downpour to quench my thirst,

Seeking help to heal and rebuild.


I shut my eyes

To block the light so harsh,

Counting the grains of sweet solitude,

Creating a warm blanket just for me.


I shut my eyes

To focus on the elusive light,

That I know is hidden in the molasses,

Waiting for it to leap to my call.


I shut my eyes,

Murmuring a prayer of gratitude,

For their silent support through my confusion,

For accepting my asks without hesitation,

For powering from within-my effort to open them,

I shut my eyes. 

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