Thoughts skating, darting
through the filth and fog
betrayal and disappointment
dim the escaping light
fighting the flesh
struggling to understand
captivated by feeling empty
I gave too much.
And the remnants of
whats left behind
mean so little
debris so hard to bear.
Letting go never being
my strength-
bitterness still not
my deepest flaw.
I just need a breath
to rest in here.
A wisp of fresh to fully
let go of
all that remains
a fragmented piece
to which I cling,
a rescue in
the fold.
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