Wrestling

I sit here, waiting,

my heart pounding,

as I hear blood rushing.

Nothing comes, 

the door is closed,

the interior bare.

All I see are fragments,

potsherds of thoughts,

scattered along the edges.

I look intently, 

will the pieces gather?

I struggle, weighed down,

unable to see,

the beauty in the words. 

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