She knew her
spirit was at stake.
She laughed all day
and cried all night.
Sometimes she would scream his name
at the sun
and sometimes whimper to the moon.
I feared she was too dismantled
to be rejoined
but
I recovered
in some disdain
the thought
that she was me once again
and you never knew.
I trembled
like shutters
of broken window
still loving you
and your name
your song
all ever do
is create a cyclone
that has no way
no reason
to end.
Author notes
Recollecting the past
prompt: Even the sound of someone speaking your name makes me tremble ~ deeply...
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Beautifully penned.
Write on!
*PEACE*
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What beautiful metaphor and strength in your words...past memories can be so hard and can drag us so low...yet you have found a means to an end in hope to come...well done...
Best to you!
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So metaphorically deep and grasping. With vivid imagery and feeling therein... x Lots of love, Lavender Butterfly.
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This is a powerful recollection of a past someone in your life. So sad yet there is hope in your words. You might want to check the line 'all ever do' think it needs an 'I'
Love, C
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