This existing of not…

where does it come from
this cliff height
a clouded path
threatening to swallow me
can’t find a way out of this place
can’t find me inside either…
I’ve forgotten how to be
perhaps I never knew to exist
beyond this brokenness
this cliff edge
dark clouded skies
the sun plays hide and seek
it’s hiding today 
and I lay at the edge
touching charcoal covered skin
courtesy of rain upon my fire

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