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Mar 2016
You have gone

Withdrawn your presence -
I have cried alone

In the fields of a dome
For days, weeks, months -
I have walked so long

Staring up at your throne
Feeling so small -
Your violets, a violent thorn

Overpowering my sky
Imposing pain
In the ability of my eye

In awe I gazed up bereft
Decomposed I laid down -
Pieces fell from right to left

I wore hatred of myself as a gown

My words hurt my comfort
With which love is born
So –
I release the effort
and move on

When I stepped in
To end the pain
My presence called the rain

It washed and cleaned the dryness
It soothed the edges
Released the harness

Polished the past

I felt it moving again within me
Pushing and throbbing -
The love was winning

You left but are here
In the silence that I carry
Alone I can hear

Your heart is inside
Has never stopped
To linger and abide

Different strange shape
Unlike what I have known
I welcome the change -
And carry on
Written by
Vassia
263
   Cotton
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