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...to become my own light, again.

It's still a work in progress, but I'm beginning to find home in me - not in a sense of returning, but rather in a sense of becoming.

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#OurPoetryX #FoxProse #WriteMap 390 #thingstowriteabout #BraveWrite #firewords280 #UnchainedSymphonies #PennedReveries #BrknShards

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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#WritingCommunity #poetry
#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
#WritingCommunity @writingcommunity

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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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#WritingCommunity

#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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leaving the market
a street dog follows us
from a distance
#WriteMap

autumn mist
the horizon
loses its edge
#WriteMap

holding back
the apocalypse
an old levee
#WriteMap

seven minutes to midnight
a stay
of execution
#WriteMap

windless night
a gentle nudge
off the ledge
#WriteMap

saltmarsh
where the waters
come together
#WriteMap

windless night
an overheard
whisper
#WriteMap

afternoon meditation
the silence
won't leave me alone
#WriteMap

river watch
one day flows
into the next
#WriteMap

our better angels
sheltering
in place
#WriteMap

finding my purpose
the dog sleeps
against my leg
#WriteMap

I am #lost
in a memory,
of being lost
in a maze
in Oxford:

chased by
a man,
running
somewhere;
not scared,
but puzzled,
yeah, puzzled.

Cusp
of adolescence...
through indirections,
find directions out.

Lowering
sun;
lengthening
shadows;

Time
running
out.

#WriteMap