I am silenced,
draped in darkness,
my heart a broken altar
at which you
once worshipped,
and my healing
has become a ritual,
dagger-sharp spells
that I conjure
from the depths of
wishful thinking,
while I drink from
the chalice of my
unsought forgiveness,
and hope that
tomorrow
brings a brighter day.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.