Poetry
Torn at the Seams
Broken-hearted a thousand times
Sitting at the apex of all thought flooding plains, storms on the horizon’s claim weaving past into the present form future not yet present but mourn.
Once whole two hearts beating as one tear in the veil of flesh now broken and alone.
To see the other as they were lost amidst finding that spark painful as tidal waves crashing at inner sanctums peaceful adage.
I will wait
Letting go of the guilt woven into the fabric of once before.
Sacred space held for the one it was you this whole time the spark that lit my flame.
Stillness dragon sourced clarity burning at the soul it was you.
~Ani Po
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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder, and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and, more importantly, the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
