With these fingers, I release you.
Release all of your worries and self-doubts into the sea of wallowing tranquility.
With these palms I anchor you to my chest as we exhale our sorrows and ease into rest.
With these eyes I sought protection from all of the unseen and endless misgivings.
The moment came and where were you?
The knight to my rescue and you were nowhere to be found.
We’ve broken the crystal to the point of no repair.
How can something so elegant be in so much despair?
I try to put on a strong face, but inside the foundation is cracked and etched with razor blades.
Where does one go from here now that that robes have come undone?
Nicole Johnson 
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