So how did the delete key feel
under your touch as you canceled out?
As it wiped out the memory
of the story that we wrote together?
One stroke, one strike
against your only key to it.
Erased—but there,
an embodiment of your regret—
festering, bleeding freely now,
blue as your favorite color, and as black
as the eye you would have liked to give me,
as twisted and elongated and covert
as the wings you love to sketch.
But mine spread wide and radiant, and
I look up.
And I will not come back.
The aurora borealis catches my lashes
As I turn skyward, caught by the final tears
that I will ever cry for you.
Please tell me what you think.
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Radiance
W ings spread, ahead spring, let the spirit sing
I ntuition bears fruition full,
N ew dawn is greeted, dusk defeated, ring
G ilt guilt replaces, vibrant heartstrings pull ...
W ishy-washy hesitations fade,
I nner flair dares conquer fear, nor doubt,
N or shadows may remain, dread's disobeyed,
G reen pastures wait, false frontiers faith can flout.
W aiting's weight in hibernation held
I rrelevant becomes as hope seeks scope
N aturally assumed as promise, spelled,
G leans SAGE from AGES holding back, sheds rope.
WIN/WIN fair future open vistas vast,
Gears up to soar above reluctance passed...
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"One stroke, one strike." I love the sound effect this line produces. : )
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"But mine spread wide and radiant, and
I look up.
And I will not come back.
The aurora borealis catches my lashes
As I turn skyward, caught by the final tears
that I will ever cry for you."
Yes. This is how it should be.
Staying strong is difficult but more than worth it.
Hang in there.
Just keep reminding yourself how worthless she is and that she will be regretting the day she ever said a cross word to you soon.
I'll see you this afternoon at Venturing.
~Megan
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