Breaking Habits By Chavon Barry When nightmares pursued me I opened my mouth to yell and scream But sound never arrived only a puff of air I guess it makes sense. Every day I wore silence like a closed coat with a broken zipper Like a scarf with a knot even a knitting needle couldn’t untangle. I’d have to cut it off. But how? How do you step outside the clothes you wear? How do you change when what’s familiar is strangling you but feels safer than being naked.
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Chavon BarryChavon is a new writer from Victoria, British Columbia. She wrestles with simple answers and is learning to listen, to be still with God. Archives
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