Today bears the weight of erstwhile trepidation.
Uncertainties exhumed only to be hung up as ominous flags.
Black as night my widowed heart paraded through the procession.
Garbed in ash encrusted, sequinned frock, hemmed train all tattered in rags.

Herald the face with no features yet obscured behind a chiffon veil.
In hands, a bouquet of black roses, worm-eaten to the stems.
The mourning sun only gave the weakest glow,
feeble attempt to rejuvenate all that is stale;
to imbue the shimmer back into forsaken jewels and dulled gems.

Her entourage kept up with heavy feet; all grim and sullen.
Also faceless... Armed with pitchforks and torches.
Today they will draw much; having thirst for crimson.
Today they witness her death as the black parade marches.

Hey guys,
its been awhile. Things have changed
for me
things arent the same as they were
just only a few months ago
when I was staggering and stumbling
around
trying to figure my way through

I've finally found myself
found the things ive been looking for all along
to feel loved to be loved
to find friends and family amongst thieves and beggars

Ive really hit the gold guys
and im so thankful for all of hellopoetry because you guys all helped me
through my toughest days
and supported me throughout.
it was here that I met my best friends
and my boyfriend,
it was here that I got to meet amazing people and amazing works.
I am grateful.

I am never going to be enough for you, honey.
Your arms are going to scar, and my heart
Is going to break,
Over and over and over again,
Because I can't take away your pain.