Let Love

The past stands in the corner
like a ghost,
waits outside in the fog
to trip you up
when you least expect it.

Why can’t we let go;
loosen the chains
that link us
to them

and all the pain between us,

stitch a string of hearts
like drops of poetry
to feed the stars,

let love
bind up every shadowed place;

keep the darkness outside.

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Day 21 of NaPoMo (a poem a day I April for National Poetry Month)