I cross into light
and lose the shape of my name.
yet find another,
armoured in numbers,
woven from choice.
Every strike,
every movement,
tells me who I am becoming.
I lose the shape of myself,
yet find another
breathing inside the screen.
And when I fall
I rise again
unbroken.
multiplied.
Poetry
These poems are moments pulled from the folds of everyday life, memory, myth and imagination. They are invitations to pause, to notice, and to enter the spaces between words.
One written each day.
Some days are a prick.
Some are a blessing.
Thorn and Benediction.
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Thorn and Benediction 
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