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Rated: E · Poetry · Gothic · #1469340
About the darkness and the freedome that sometimes comes in commonality.
Oh how can it be?
This thing that has been hidden, recessed and covered for so long can come bursting out of the grave at just the casual mention of its existence.
Oh the immaculate giddiness in what would be shameful to others.

But how can it be?
This one understands, this one sees, this one feels, this glorious one knows.
It was a release just as the letting of blood releases, while the pain invigorates.
So is the sharing, the telling of this thing, this action this, trait.

How can it be?
My entire body. No! My entire being is tingling, is alive, is so rapidly coursing with the blood that would be so readily be freed.
So much so that I can taste, So much so that I can smell, So much so that I can feel the soon to be coagulating iron laden fluid as it curses ever faster before the letting.

So how can it be?
There has been no letting no release yet still freedom and elation in the speaking of it.
In the thinking of it. In the sharing of it with a knowing one, an understanding one.
It enthralls and invigorates me and seemingly does this one as well.

How can it be?
That there are those in misunderstanding of it, of me, of this one. This beautiful knowing one
They are so ready to judge ready to pass sentence on something that is not of there ilk.
Oh the ignorance, the foolishness, the stupidity, in the hearts of those who would judge.

How can it be?
That I have paid so much attention for so much of my life as to tranquillize this piece of myself and hide it in that dark, dank, worm gnawing shallow grave from those who silently  gasp with a rejecting  fear. Or add to the rejection by only faining to care.


How can it be?
This one who understands, this one who sees, this one who feels, this glorious one who knows. Does not judge, does not pass sentence, dose not turn to go. At it's mention. This one commiserates yea, joins with laughter in the joy of its mentioning.

How can it be?
The answer is so much trust ,so much commonality, so much angst, so much understanding ,so much feeling, so much knowing, so much... dare I say it .YES NOW I DARE. So much love.

Now it can be!
Peace? Yes! Peace! Not all calming peace but peace just the same.
Oh but how can it be?
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