I’ve run so far….
But her shadows remain.
Embossed in places I can’t reach or find.
Sometimes, she is me, and I am she.
That’s the thing about flesh see.
What’s burnt once, can never be free.
There was wind I thought I’d left behind,
Tempest waged her wars divine.
Unsaid words have a way about them.
Festering… molding… scoop-worthy…
You left me with a million.
Too many millions…
And I think of rain.
But why can’t I wash you away?
The legacy of loss that I’ve survived,
remains a part of my inheritance,
You made me this way…
made me want to fix things before they break…
You didn’t leave me much, but you left me this:
I must find peace. Make peace. Create peace.
Fix. Poke. Fix. Please.
And in the end,
When all is lost,
Skin, heart, flesh, and soul torn,
All that’s left is you….