Holding me down

Brown shadowy shapes
resting near a morning curtain
A willing spirit gulps yellow air
and chokes slightly on the gift

Emerging not knowing if we face
redemption or more cruelty

I’m desperate for more time
but anticipate relief at the end
These don’t feel like the right steps
if there’s a way to finish gracefully

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