I never thought that I could let you go twice.
Once was barely survivable;
Twice would mean ruin.
But here I am,
Letting myself crumble
From the city I once was,
Into a pile of rubble
Made up of concrete and metal.
Because in the end,
I'll rebuild myself by knowing
That I did what was best for you.
- From the earth below,
I will rebuild myself
In a way that you cannot
YOU ARE READING
From the Depths
PoetryA collection of original written word from the heart describing things felt or thought in real situations. I hope you enjoy the read - who knows what will come of it. #wattys2019
