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Every day I wake up, and I crawl out of bed,
Waiting for love to make its way
Through the war zone in my head.

Every day I turn away from the glass
where an old woman sits frowning
as wind blasts pages from her calendar.

Every day I wait for the parole board
To decide I no longer need
Solitary confinement.

Every night I stare out into dreams
Ready to fly if only
I could find my hands.

One day I will find the treasure in emptiness
Absence will fill with presence
Shadows give off light

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Carmel, CA

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http://heleneconstant.com

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