The cold is exhausting, preempting the spring that is long
overdue. Your departure has torn holes in my insides, leaving a dilapidated
soul to stand on her own, rendering her defenseless as it reconstructs in
solitude taking refuge in fabricated delusions of happiness. Your spirit has abandoned my world. Your love
now hollow and empty, cold and unmoving.
The space you occupied has melted – down into the abyss of past lovers
who no longer speak my name. My want for you is enormous, much like the shades
of grey that lie beneath the soil in their desire to be green and fruitful in
the aftermath of spring. Be still my breaking heart and rise above this sea – watch
me as I take apart my sadness and lift myself to grace.
by: Angela Rachelle
photo: www.wallpapershd.com
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