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On passing

published: 2009-04-28

Something passed through me last night. 
I couldn’t sleep. 
And when it felt like I was, 
asleep,

it came.
In a rush,
like a wave,
that did not cover me,
nor smother me.
It passed through me.
Good or evil?
The answer spoke in silent darkness:
good comes in confidence,
sheds no doubt,
removes fear.
Then came my son, 
flying on tears,
crying,
“I’m scared.”
He lay next to me.
I held him, 
smelled his hair,
whispered “there there.
Everything will be all right.
It’s gone now.”
See, it only passed through me,
last night.





One Response to “On passing”

  1. T says:

    I hate it when that happens.

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