My scars have recovered somewhat
Ashes of colorful futures fall amongst
This dust, through my shaky fingers
My fearless hopes in most all others
Still bleed profusely now and then
I still struggle to clear blurred vision
In this new and unwanted landscape
But- Truth be told, I can honestly say:
It isn’t just a heart alone that breaks
It’s all those whispered lofty dreams
And my irreplaceable broken trust
That I foolishly thought was treasured
It’s the full shattering of one’s world
That quickly imploded on me … all at once

Poet of the Light © 2021

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