Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I open my eyes

with trepidation at first

when the storm is at its worst

relinquishing what I had nursed


I open my eyes

to precious delusions

in paths of tenets and expectations

for a life beyond dimensions 



I open my eyes

and let them see

from the purest depths of me

a gentle, beautiful, imperfect,  reality


And then...I breathe

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Mindfills for RDP ~ path; Cee’s FOTD;Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt ~ tenet (60 words); Marsha Ingrao’s WQW 50 ~ remembering ’22;