And here,
hope has talons
that pierce beneath my skin,
a sharp, painful reminder
of the trauma
I hold within;
and there are whispers
of dreams forgotten
that taunt me in the night,
a murmur of regret
that makes it hard to
win the fight;
yet a garden blooms
within my ribcage,
a riot of sanguine shades
that brightens my
aching heart
until the threat of
darkness fades.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
