untitled anonymous metaphorical pseudonym

burning
gently, a
whispered flame,
sleeping lamb locked
in panther’s mask.

a womb of doubt
and
cocoon of
shame;
dreams deferred
to time
and to age.

then,
a sunrise,
and
a tattoo
too.
oh the great things that we will
do.

like way back when,
before the
bad
times.

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