An Unfurling

An Unfurling

daily, 06152018F, 9:38 a.m.

Repeat.

He calls, and though I am unsure: to live,
I must accept this dazzlement of beams 
insistent on a meeting, so:

Douse my eyes in brilliance —

lurch from dreams —

brittle,
breaking, 
clay,

— eager to not fall to pieces

— stumbling towards helpful things:
A rough unfurling into hope. 

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Rachel Michelle Collier
Poet

Rachel Michelle Collier is from Mississippi, and has had work either published or forthcoming in Fathom Magazine and Heart of Flesh Literary Journal. She wants you to know that you are loved. Twitter: @CollierRachelM

Photography by Ashley Mckinney