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Blue Evening
Fishing for insight
The evening sky
is a dark blue
I shouldn’t have spoken
the way I did to you
your invasive probing likely
arose from genuine concern
we never know the places
that trigger us until they do
those unhealed wounds
that lie exposed
they are stamped on our
faces and guarded bodies
our revealing postures,
our leaking tones
even the colors we wear
tell of our traumas —
speak of our many resentments,
our defense mechanisms
in this lit up harbor, I searched
for answers, clues,
a single, lucky insight —
but I’ve got nothing,
nothing but slow waves,
inscrutable dark skies
this sticky pastry in my hands,
bitter, hardening aftertaste
and my walk home would
take me at least thirty minutes
as I couldn’t face so many
faces on the train —
they would only remind me
of my sorrow and shame
© Ari Crivelli 2023
Hello, I’m Ari. Come support a newbie on Medium. I’m here to read, write, and connect, particularly with the poetry community.
