I will see you,
I will see your hopes and your desires
I will see your fears
and what will assuage them
I will see your secret boxes
and the treasure glowing through
their breathing walls
They will become transparent —
I will see what’s growing in them
and how, through whatever
old protective thicket,
they find their way out.
©Wendy Mulhern
June 13, 2015
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