I Keep This

I keep this memory close,

The one I find 

In the dead of night;

The way the sky falls

Over my face,

The way darkness hides

All my disgrace.

I keep this close,

The idea of living free,

To be, whoever I shall be.

I find no hope 

In collecting words,

Never to let them run

Into the dirt;

My weapon is my choice,

Do not reach for my skirt.

I keep these memories close,

The ones I find

That somehow, send me

                                 To sleep…

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