from phantom eyes,
rapture clinging to
ancient tears
as grief holds fast to
hollow bones of experience.
Hands extend,
and commanding innocence
grasps blossoming possibilities
that lie within opportunity.
A once plummeting soul
falls into the twists of
gnarled branches,
growing with each heartbeat
that shakes the roots
of secondhand reality.
Straightening gently,
temptation scrapes
wounded breaths
that are held behind each smile;
a silent prayer is sent
behind independent lips
until routine is broken.
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Well this was really depressing at first, in fact until the very end it was still depressing, until there seemed to be some hope, or at least the will to live. Anything in particular I should focus on? I only got my power back late Wednesday, so I have been trying to get everything back on track as of now.
Well, there's the aspect of hope within strife, which often has to be forced...but other than that, it's really just about perseverance. That's all :)
wheeeeere are youuuuu?
I'm here! ...and posting soon, I promise!
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