I wait patiently,
breaths held close
within a ribcage
that blooms,
embracing the premonition
that emerges
from the gloom,
and the past is
behind me—
I'll toss it on the pyre—
a flickering bonfire of hope
that lends light
to the mire,
that guides me forward,
for I know that in time,
fate will intercept
and all my fragments
will fall gently
into line.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
