Unraveling words
that speak, an exhalation
that saves me before
suffocating in the thick
folds of life…what
I can’t escape becomes
like woolen drapes
enclosing a cramped space,
and I stare into
that darkness
until some part of me breaks,
a release that pulls
me out into the airy
translucence of sun
where all poetry breaths.
—C.L. Fisher, May 2021
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Poetic Meanderings 