𝕖𝕔𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕕
𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣𝕤
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somewhere between where
the nights fall
and the tears fall
she lingers
threading the wind
between silvery dimensions
where hearts call
into echoed chambers.
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Colleen Walters
Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️
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This hazardous structure has been condemned. You made all this terribly unsafe for me. The wiring was faulty and so were you. You were the black mold that terrorized these pristine walls. You forced this house to be inhospitable. My mental health was severely violated by you. Damaged and compromised, you were the inhumane neglect I suffered from. This formation is collapsing and so were my dreams. I can't stop this dreaded infestation. I couldn't stop you from abandoning me. The toxic nature of your existence had made all this reprehensible. I could have stopped this from getting worse but I allowed you to ruin me. You were the raw sewage that allowed me to deteriorate. We have failed because we were supposed to. We made the other miserable as we breathed in noxious fumes together. I watched our house go up in flames. I witnessed our marriage go down the drain. I repressed what made me so worthy. I have regenerated myself as my new residence is fortified. I am my own support system now. I have ripped out all the ancient installation. My empty house now lies bare. I've reinforced this brittle foundation. I don't miss the dilapidation you inflicted on me. My house is now stabilized, remarkable and alive. I have made it out of the rubble. I am revived.
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This gives chamber music a whole new meaning!