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Trudy Aug 2019
RIPPLES
Ripples of you touch make me wonder
Ripples of your essence trespass my slumber
Ripples of your words now echo in my mind
Ripples of your past now invade present time
Ripples of joy wrinkles of memories
Ripples of dread of what could no more be
Ripples of feelings I try to submerge
Ripples of nostalgia set free in me to surge
Ripples of broken pieces of love deep within
Ripples of tears and passion deeper than skin
Ripples of hurt pride envy and shame
Ripples of etchings deep inside of your name
Ripples of trust broken and kept
Ripples of promises which forever slept
Ripples of what has been or may be
Ripples of life please set me free
The war on life
Trudy Aug 2019
(The Phoenix)
How do I find me?.
I thought I knew where I was, but I died.
And could not find where I’m buried.
If I find myself fast enough I’ll be able to come alive again.
I hope I do before I get putrefied.
But my soul is a fire.
Setting aflame the light that I need to find me.
Finding yourself is hard. But we all rise like the phoenix

— The End —