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Philarmonic Sep 11
I woke today and saw the sun
It reminded me I was alive
a being
a soul
in the silence I hear the sadness echo
filled with grief and memories I can’t relive
out of fear or simply out of pain
remembering what I once as I look at what I’ll never be again
I find myself at cross roads
Grieving once again
Mourning the versions of myself that came to pass
Parts of my being that were too fragile to survive
I am hardened but the child in me is still soft
There are days we dance in unison and the world exist in that special space of innocence and womanhood
I can not exist alone without her , her innocence

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