A Grief Observed

I've held on to my grief, as if it was a life to cling to. What I didn't realise was this:
It held me captive in the shadows between the past, and the presence.

It hurt like hell to release it. As if what once has been now really was gone. But love sets free. And if it is true, it will return to you.

For me it did. Where once was a hole in my heart, now resides light.

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#WritingCommunity #WriteMap 388 #BrknShards (grief)

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In those days, when we could still talk, you taught me that it is not our responsibility to fulfil anybody else's expectations, but that we are souls in distinction, having only to fit into our own shoes.

Our roads split, when hatred started to devour the person I knew. You fought so hard to lose yourself. I guess you won.

But I wanted you to know, that I still remember.

I love you.

Travel gently, now.

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#WritingComunity #WriteMap 387 #PennedReveries #FoxProse

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The Survivor

There was a time when I thought other people's opinions were knowledge.
Wisdom even.
Inside the noise, an entrance begged.
A spark.
It was the wisdom of my heart, where, in all sincerity, my true guidance resides.
And I survived.

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#FoxProse #OurPoetryX #BrknShards #PennedReveries #WriteMap 386

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#WriteMap 385 - ordinary
#FoxProse - our altar twists in red
#BrknShards - through the looking-glass
#PennedReveries - understanding each Other
#soulseedslove - tether yourself to me
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An ordinary incident. Probably, most people wouldn't even pay any attention to it.
But I'm not like most people. Not since, in the nightmares, they finally sucked me dry, and made me one of them.
Worried I might have no reflection, I stare into the looking-glass until...

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#WriteMap - #rich
#vss365 - #history
#BlueSkyRelay - #chthonic
#BrknShards - before the war
#PennedReveries - between sunrise and sunset
#fairytalepoets - the snow queen

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BEFORE THE WAR

The rich fragrance of Summer’s history rustles through yellowed pages descended from treetops gilded by Autumn's light between sunrise, and sunset.

At night, mist ascends to paint those peaceful mornings which announce the Snow Queen's imminent...

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