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She was setting her past ablaze to clear a path for her future.
She cast her worries and the chains of mistrust into the flames, letting go of what held her back.
Long had she lived, disconnected from her heart, estranged from her dreams.
Now, she reached for those dreams, and in the comforting light of the glowing embers, her dreams reached back…

-Rhia Clay
This piece was inspired by a scene from the Turkish Netflix series “Shahmaran,” Season 1, Episode 7. In this scene, the main character, Şahsu, burns letters from her past along with a necklace. This act symbolizes a change and the process of letting go of the past and the self-imposed “chains” that hold us back, preventing us from growing and fully embracing the life that lies ahead.

I can relate to this scene, as I have also been healing and learning to let go of the self-imposed constraints and worries that have held me back for too long. Looking back over the past 10 months, I can see significant personal growth. I believe this journey of self-discovery has only just begun, and a bright future awaits. Sometimes, we need to step out of our own way and trust the process, knowing that even if we stumble and lose our way, we will recover and find our way back to our path.
Carlo C Gomez Nov 2022
~
Prescience
of dawn:

a sunny place
for shady people.

Long shadows
on the lawn
of a thin pixelated
crowd,
in parade
of blood red
sorrows.

But your curtains
are always
drawn.

You hide
behind
smooth and sterile
surfaces.

Finish your
collapse
and stay for
breakfast.

Buildings aren't
haunted,
people are.

~
VanillinVillain Jun 2022
Called back after years away
a voyage once more to the fray
to live amongst forgotten days
to few and far between.

To anxious, nervous, brave that door
re-enter worlds ‘akin’ to yours
to take the plunge to reach the side
of friends you left behind.

To be greeted there by sleeping eyes
and busy hands and nothing “hi”s
but for the girlfriend of a friend
and a kid you never knew.

Bereft of meaning, course, or rhythm
floating lost in my little corner
struck by how great the divide
has grown through intervening years
picking up the pieces
6/27/22
I never knew I had my walls down until you made me put it back up again
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