poem #21

she talks

pauses.
steps back
into fear,
reaches forward
into courage.
both hands
tingling in
fluorescent midnight.
she breathes
she breathes.
breaks into silence
with a fist
to the wall
catching teardrops
with butterfly nets,
sets them free
as fragile as
 they can be
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