back stage
back then
Larry would let me sit
in his office and type
between sets
i'd sit there and type
these words
while staring down
at my own bruised arms
my soul stripped bare
from the nightly trading
of skin for bones
my voice lost somewhere
beaten out by hands and regret
when i wasn't typing
i'd read
my eyes searching these
pages for soul
for hope
and yes, most often your words
those words...
they spoke the most truth
i'd heard in years
simple and inspiring
and assuring
it was not all of this
but it played a hand
in it
in me getting out
and moving on
and letting go
these pages have power
i think
less now than they
did before
back then,
you shouldn't have been able
to touch me through this screen
but you did
you have
anything else you could do now
would only be icing
Birth sign: Libra
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