eve of eves

wounded, stolen heart.
pierced by the most intense gaze.
fear, hesitation:

she does not know why
they emerge, come to surface
right now on this day.

she second guesses
feelings, as if it matters.
prays aloud for strength

to overcome this and
everything else that conjures
itself free of will.

for even these things
that steer us astray….sometimes,
they lead us back home.

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