Prospect Park

Limiting belief:
I don't deserve love

Sometimes the sunlight is sharpest 
when colors are flat and dull

The pond and grass pierce my heart 
because they are all in green,
nothing standing out over the other 
and it makes me gasp

My breath goes out into it
the green-yellow

My skin the same
non-color as the pond

It's that light could be so different everyday
That this once has never been described
And never will be again

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