Anew

There’s nothing about something
I loved, always
You were the lucky one
Walking away
Avoiding the scar
You’re here, still
Coherent and thriving
I’m slowly picking up the words you left
And forming new sentences
Never missing a beat
Finding a life
That is worth the defeat
Sailing down the hill
in a dory made of wishes
A signal without the flare
Trying so hard
I’m slowly picking up the words you left
And forming new sentences
Writing myself anew.

M.

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Mandy Joy Poole

Writer and photographer from remote Labrador, Canada. Just another cold Labradorian chillin' in the Big Land. Can most likely be found walking my dog Grace or behind an iMac screen slowly taking over the interwebs.

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