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New Poem – To Be Seen

To Be Seen

Drying tear streaks
Evaporating into
Drifting sunlight

Burning scars
Awakening old anxieties
Long forgotten

For the first time
In far too long

The stinging touch
Of gentle fingertips
Electric on her skin

All the horrors
Imagined and real
Thirsty for life

To be seen
Desire and fear
Wrapped in one

Here is freedom
In the palm of her hand
Unable to be grasped

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