Open

We
were once
dark
soldiers,
maneuvering
foot
in
front
of foot;
our
heads
nodding
to
a solid
rhythm
of
mud,
war,
and things
that
exist in
faded
colors.

We
later
chose
to retire
into
the
dark
night
and
find
solemn
words
outside
our
tough outer
shells.
We learned
words
of
a poet’s
choosing,
and
a walk
that gave
beauty
to
the body’s
ability
to
draw
back into
itself.
We
also learned
that
love
doesn’t
live
without
its four
walls,
and the night’s
tug
doesn’t
come
without
a price.

We opened
our
eyes
for the
first
time.

We allowed
the
light
to
pierce
in
between
the
indecision
to
be
human.

We opened.

M.C. Davis

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