because
because dawn has opened
whether I want it or not
and I’m anxious,
a tight braid of worry
I sit still, take a breath
and sigh
this too, this life
broken open by love
I can love even me,
locked into rebuffing
what is here now
I’m a friction, a shield
because I can see this
my posture softens
I shake loose my limbs
and walk into the day
2023 ©Amrita Skye Blaine
I’m writing a poem a day. These are drafts—not final versions.
the heart of the matter 
Brilliant, of course.
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you are such a wonderful support to me as a poet! Thank you, Conny.
with love,
Amrita
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I love that “tight braid of worry”, and oh, those last two lines land the poem so very nicely! Well done!
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Thank you, Jan! It’s so nice, knowing you are reading these!
With love,
Amrita
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