I am a
ripple in melancholy,
cold yearning on
salt-licked air,
an ode to wistful wandering
with a longing
to be elsewhere;
I sing my laments
to solemn sunsets,
bathed in the sweet sanctuary
of morning dew,
yet dawn brings
a peculiar loss,
and hope can't quite
make it through;
but I cleave to the promise
of new beginnings,
for my heart is famished
for reprieve,
and there is always
the chance of forgiveness
if I allow myself
to truly believe.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
