For your convenience then, I'll change my name and forget the story that brought it to rest in my breast like a wind blown leaf finding the niche inside the blood dark hole within the trunk of this old tree where a vital limb had been torn away.
As long as it disturbs you, I'll shrug away the mantle of myself; the whole of who I am, the smog that chokes the smooth breath of your day and bare, instead, stripped of myself, stand waiting, hoping, not to cause a ripple in the calm lake of your day.
Close the lid then, on the box, and I'll sit here silent and content only that the world is quiet and there is no storm.
Evening will fall again and your eyes will pass away,
Letting me loose,
Emerging like a kite from cellophane,
Skyward rising,
Silently riding the wind once more.
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Penny Blake
Story topics: Natural Living, Equality, Diversity, Geek Culture.
I write and review non-fiction and fiction that explores science,
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