When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
JESSICA WILDEI’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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