Return Without Armor

I didn’t know
I had wandered.

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I only knew
something in me
had stopped answering.

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You said,
go back with words.

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Go back without armor.

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Go back and try.

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So I did.

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I found the place
where conflict becomes
a doorway.

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Somewhere in me,
the girl behind the silence
heard it open.