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Aug 25 · 16
Enouement
Reya Aug 25
In the hush of twilight, I stand alone,
A soul adrift in a crowd, unknown. Detached from kin and friends so rare,
Yet loving deeply, with a heart laid bare.

Introverted whispers in a noisy room, Yearning for love that can pierce the gloom.
I watch from afar, with eyes so keen, Seeing the world in shades unseen.

I dream of a place where noise is peace, Where thunder roars and rains release.
A place where I can truly be, Lost in the symphony of me.

In another life, a tree I'd be,
With a canopy wide for all to see.
Children laughing in my shade,
Their joy the echo of love delayed.

Or perhaps the sand along the shore, Endlessly kissed by waves once more.
A dandelion's wish, in flight so free,
Or a stone beneath a waterfall's spree.

In this life, I'm but a silent stream,
Flowing gently through my dream.
Loving from afar, detached yet whole, Seeking peace within my soul.
Aug 24 · 16
Fallout
Reya Aug 24
I gave you my heart, my time, my care, Ignored the shadows you chose to wear. Held your hand through nights of despair, Became your cheer when life seemed unfair.

I listened to rants, kept secrets tight, Became your beacon in darkest night. Shared your lows, your highs, your fight, Always the giver, your guiding light.

But when I bared my soul, my fears, Unveiled my pain, shed silent tears,
Asked for solace in my fragile years,
You vanished, confirming my worst of fears.

Does seeking comfort make me wrong?
For needing you where I once belonged? Is it selfish to want love lifelong,
When for so long, I've been so strong?

You left without a word, no closure's grace, Made me feel like an empty space.
Mocked my pain to my face,
Turned my love into a cruel disgrace.

Should I etch these feelings on sand or stone?
Should I let them fade, or let them be known?
Do I whisper to the waves, or let them be shown,
In the heart of earth where truth is sown?

For now, I carry the weight of loss, Navigating friendship's bitter cost.
But I know my worth, despite the gloss,
Of your laughter, leaving me lost.

— The End —