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 Nov 2020 Corrinne Shadow
Samara
It
    changes
                   colors
                               but
                           it
                   may
                            as
               well
                        be
           what
         it
      is.
I touched the turbulent sky on parchment paper wings,
Crashing to the morning mist engulfing me in those terrible tresses.
Oh, how a constant echo of sorrow rings
And everything is wicked that reality undresses.

And I ever long for that open abode,
Where those in flight soar peacefully
But my feelings are suppressed and the worst stowed
And I hold myself down with the weight of me.

Look upon those clouds, carelessly they drift,
Much like my thoughts they disappear
And now that radiating rift
Well, it was never so near.

I grow old but remain so young
My naivety is a razor, recurring and unrighteous.
How many sentiments has my heart sung
I know this one is over and any effort gratuitous.

I wish we could fly to the south of France
There we would laugh, love and dance,
But like everyday and overnight
There fades in and out the light.

These romantic stories fail
And all my rights reveal my wrongs
We find it dying like the last ringing chord
Of two lovers sharing a sad song.
 Nov 2020 Corrinne Shadow
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Life
 Nov 2020 Corrinne Shadow
zumee
a joke
whose point
is to laugh
so wholeheartedly
that
the laughter
becomes funnier
than the joke
itself
keep laughing
I was crouched in a dark corner of an ancient room...
With only a tiny stream of distant sunlight penetrating through a hole
To at least not allow the blackness to crush me to bits.

My hair was messy and my cheeks smelled of dry salty tears
My mind had begun to question my existence...
It was as if I was an object covered with dust in a forgotten dungeon, invisible to the world...
Utter loneliness threatened to drag me to the bottom of an unseen abyss
And my heart had already started to corrode with acidic bruises.

But then, as I was shifting to crouch myself better
My eye caught sight of my long, dark shadow, sitting by me
My heart was overwhelmed at the thought of how after all this time, it was still with me...

I knew, it could not speak
But I so badly wanted to ask it the reason for not leaving me alone like the remaining world...
So I spoke up...
Nothing happened for a few moments
But then, a voice echoed inside me:"I will only leave you when you have found light"


And perhaps at that fleeting moment
That one sentence was what I needed to survive!
If ever you feel alone, remember your shadow is always with you!
Thank you for reading this!
Baby steps, she said
My sweet dying Mother
Upon her unmade bed
Baby steps, she said
instead
I take huge wide dangerous
Leaps
Into the world
ahead
I’m stuck in a corner in Paris
Desperately dialling  home
to  someone who might
answer
at  this late hour,
caller unknown
I’m desperately dialling
I’m desperately dying
I’m stuck in a corner in Paris
totally alone
desperately clinging to life on my
own
today I want
to be micro

I want my world
to be a drop

on your skin

sweat
rain
shower
tear

and when
my world

disappears
I dissolve

into you
create a

new compound
The world is
not about
you and me
Much as we try to make it be
It’s bigger
and better
and about way
more important things
Than
simply
You
And
Me
and who we are desperately trying to
be
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