A Discovered Strand of Hope

I can see you
in my peripheral,
hands move
with steady ease
completing their tasks,
your body moves
like a sturdy breeze
making its way
from there, to,
I don’t know where.

And another piece
of my substance,
drains away...

I ache to reach out
tracing the words
and pictures
rippling on your skin
that reveal a story
of our time,
I want to memorize
each line and curve
in the tips
of my fingers
and rub them
against my temples,
to relive the journey

But another memory
is lost and erased
in the torment...

shaking,
my lips fail to move
with an answer
to the question,
the power
of communication
is slowly
being downgraded
and exchanged

And yet another day
of living in silence
commences...

now no longer
in my peripheral,
I am bereft
and grieving,
tossing my head
in denial
I rake my nails
across my face,
finally, I lay down
in the valley
of the dead,
no longer fearing
evil, I have become
emptiness and sorrow
my veil of sadness
is catching the tears
of the neverwas.

Another moment
existing in the land
of the living dead...

unraveling my mind
unhitching my soul,
you've unmade
all there is of me
I am unwinding
unweaving, un-sewing,
redeveloped into
the unbecoming.

Another hour began
sitting in the canyon
watching a fall...

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Much later,
in the corner of my eye
a miracle lit a spark,
it now smolders
deep within my core
and at will
it is flaming free.

Another strand of hope
has been cast,
and it’s coiling inside me...