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Ripplingwaves — quarter past midnight
Published: 2018-09-28 16:57:38 +0000 UTC; Views: 1310; Favourites: 43; Downloads: 0
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The nascence of fall whispersQuietly behind my ears -
The ripple of a full golden moon
Over thick, inky waves.
The last storm of summer left
Gaping darkness in the glass city,
Contorted boughs etched against
A disconcertingly wide sky.
Months of transition.
Anesthesia.
The knowledge that one day
That there will be one
Empty bed in the house
(please have mercy
please).
Drowning out the fear in soundwaves late at night.
Tearing lives apart with my bare hands
(Blood swirling open like petals;
I'm so sorry).
Crippling self hate and doubt.
Running from the ones I should love
(the southern stars offer consolation; outside,
the milky way arches 30,000 feet up in the air,
welcoming me to the desert-land of dreams).
Acclimatization to the place I call home
(wanting to know what it feels like
to never come back again).
Trying to understand the weight of being
An adult,
A daughter,
A lover
(which comes first?).
Re-learning how to hold your hand.
Faint regrets of the first year.
Bittersweet recollection.
Burning up youth like meteors.
Summer love blossoms, defying time.
The ever-widening distance with old friends
(I still believe
The easiest thing in this world
Is to lose touch with someone).
Memories decaying before my eyes.
Swaying on the train through
Bleary-eyed rush hours and the
Lonesome blue hours.
Laughing under the sun and
Numb by early morning.
Drainage.
Finding reasons to keep going
(that sound more and more like lies).
Keeping my head above water.
This isn't the end.
There are so many more sunsets to see.
I just wish I had learned
How to live
When I had the chance.
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Comments: 1
this has a wonderful, slow, yet persistent build up.
however, once you hit the line "trying to understand the weight of being ... ", I feel as if there is a shift, and everything just hits you with such a strength and rapidity.
beautiful, poignant work!
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