Like shards from a broken mirror,
memories of us pierce my heart,
break my slumber, confound my mind.
Futile attempts to piece together,
repair and restore the remains
of our relationship are crushing.
Grasping for reflections of reality
that remain just out of reach,
teasing, taunting, mocking.
Beware, handle with care those
jagged edges that cut, draw blood
before they cleanse and purify.
Path to reconciliation unattainable,
but after death we meet
to embrace and forgive all.
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but after death we meet
to embrace and forgive all.
I suppose there is always hope. Compelling verses, Donelle. Thanks for sharing. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Larry