What can I possibly say to myself in 5 years? I don’t even know where I’m going to live! I left home at 18 and have moved ever since. At present, I do not feel at home anywhere. Clouded by anxiety and the state of the world, I do not know if I will ever find stability – my home and tribe. I hope I do; and this yearning made up the first section of my letter.
We connected strongly over our love of travel; captured in films and preserved in memory; rose gardens, green meadows, fluorescent seas - the many aromas of a lively summer floating with the breeze.
Her sandstone walls were high and mighty. What dark spell could render a place so cold? Who brought upon the curse of eternal winter robbing the spindly trees of green, then gold?
The dark undertone of this poem is in accordance with one of the most significant events in my life. Since the beginning of this year, I haven't been the same. Please bear with me as I process this inexplicable sadness and flush out my grieving thoughts through writing. Blessings. ********************* A Not So Fond Farewell… Continue reading A Not So Fond Farewell
Second poem accepted at Spillwords 🙂
In dreams, I fall through pleasing stars there thrives no tragic gloom; and then when daylight fades the night I hear chilling cries of doom.
But this was no embrace like the romance of old days; Knowing there will be no happily ever afters to come, I succumbed to my fate and wait for judgement day; There is no salvation from what I have truly become.
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