I no longer bleed
When I pick up the pieces
Of my shattered self.
The puzzle is almost complete.
I can see a familiar face
Through the jagged cracks;
It's the forest through the trees.
Her smile is genuine,
Warm and bright.
She is as radiant as the sun
In the cleansing light of dawn.
A single, salty tear
Rolls down her cheek.
In that moment,
Her burdens are shed.
Hello, Old Friend.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC
I no longer bleed
When I pick up the pieces
Of my shattered self.
The puzzle is almost complete.
I can see a familiar face
Through the jagged cracks;
It's the forest through the trees.
Her smile is genuine,
Warm and bright.
She is as radiant as the sun
In the cleansing light of dawn.
A single, salty tear
Rolls down her cheek.
In that moment,
Her burdens are shed.
Hello, Old Friend.
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