Don’t want to see

 

I don’t want to see

what the stroke

did to me

 

walk, walk, walk

 

through

moss covered forest

moss over my eyes

 

walk, walk ,walk

 

through

moss covered forest

shrouded in veil

 

asking the butterfly

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through

not hearing my voice

do I undermine myself?

 

transmitting

that I don’t want to hear myself

because my voice sounds

 

too dreadful

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©  Corinne Othenin-Girard   2015