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Obstructed for My Own Good | by DeeAshley
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Obstructed for My Own Good



The night air gives birth to a chill

not quite ready to settle

beneath these aching bones.


I am beautiful, standing here

beneath the heavens. Okay

with unanswered wishes

long ago sent to stars.


Perfectly fine knowing there is

no one above them who knows

my longing, and grateful

for those I have found here

on earth who absolutely do.


A sigh dances from the depths

of woman to waltz upon

the chill of ancient seasons;

singing of contentment.


I can’t help but wonder

does the happy it contained

travel far and long?


And will it make home inside

the heart of another

where it lands?


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Taken on October 2, 2012