The seen
and unseen
spar in the heavens.
In our hearts
a war tends
toward raging thoughts.
I have never
been at home on earth.
I have never
longed to birth a life.
The path
tangled with eruption
bent my neck downward.
Hell dug
a pit to bury
my silent confession.
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Nice, Jeanne. . .
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