Day 88

No more hiding

–from myself, first.

I came into the room

feeling, again, the echo.

The unchanged parts

flare up, and burn.

Well, this time

–maybe just this once

I will wait

See what kind of embers

my heart can make,

look into my own eyes 

long enough to see

everything,

–myself included, first

soften.

I can feel different.