MISTY RESIDUAL

Misty residual:
+++++the tears
+++++that never rolled my cheeks,
+++++nor hit my page. . .

Fears frozen
+++++to perpetual. . .

Angers roasted,
+++++baked right in
+++++for longest shelf life possible
+++++of my untold rage. . .

Time to instill
a brand new ritual:
a flowing, tearful bawl
that catapults me as I am,
mist, ice, arid fire– all–

to a clearer, freer,
much more comfortable,
joyful, fruitful,
fresh life stage.

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