counting down from ten
I’ve so much to say [to say]
but somehow it all remains
bottled up inside
and so I find myself
walking along the shoreline
taking mental notes
and stuffing them inside
glass vessels
sending them off blindly
into the cold [cold] world
there came a time I could
walk on water
and make blind men see
but those days
have come and gone
and I find myself repeating
words and phrases
that once gave me comfort
when our days [and nights]
were so much simpler
march two thousand nineteen
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Lovely, sad and resonating
thank you so much, Melanie
beautifully poignant! Love the reading too.
Thank you very much, Hollie!
a pleasure!