my fire is truth

we were never a flock with easy feathers

none born clean, symmetrical

The night bent in half,

and I folded with it.

Side by side, we walk through endless doors,

our quiet promises unfolding.

The path bends, narrows, stretches wide—

but always, it is ours.

Two shadows moving as one.

White Blank Page is an unfiltered and unedited, daily free writing exercise by Erin McGrath Rieke.