Erosion

 I have days and nights now

Where realization just sets in

Like an unwanted toothache

No warning, and no medicine

To numb my inner raw pain       

Just the follow of silent hours

Trying to avoid even thinking      

But then- just as unexpectedly

Time becomes a charitable entity

And that bit of pain is vanquished     

The rawness remains ever-present

Perhaps a way of slow acclimation    

Usually, we tend to adjust in time

Until it is time to… fully collect us

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Poet of the Light © 2022

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