Into The Calm

When the storm ends - The journey #35

I wish I could only write of love.

But life persists in all its colors.

And somehow, the only ones who can truly break us are the ones we gave all our love to, whether they vanished, or stayed and became someone else entirely.

Still. We love. We heal.

We live on…

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inside the storm
dreaming of the calm

is this what it’s like
giving up

long ago
I heard 
something
like your voice


you disappeared

I was falling
till i hit the rocks

their edges tore me up

mind and heart

colored me 
with gushing blood


your profound words
steam in clouds

one day i’ll wake up
your face will be gone

half a dream
half a sham
yet my heart 
will not give you up 


you rely too much
on my heart
being
on your side

i’ve known this heart
longer than you

i’ve seen how it turns
overnight


Now
I wait for that

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