Soon I will face the anniversary of tragedy.
It has it’s own way of waking me.
It shakes me by the shoulder, and the surprise is crushing.
Unexpected, the belief in it all, is impossibly simple.
Concisely confusing, it is brief in its form and non-comprehensive.
Seeming tangible but it is not.
A fading existence, trying to hold on to memories
Memories appear misty and become translucent.
With an eager eye as if it were a reaching hand, I look.
With hopes to
hold on to what is left of it all.
Let go and let HIM.
Let HIM hold onto the treasures that pain me.
Let HIM hold down the rising tides that rush my shores and
salt my shell.
Let go and allow myself,
Allow myself to gain understanding so that he may grant me
direction.
So that HE may lead me through the tragedy of LOVE and its
clutches.
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