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Dear Introvert

writer. creative soul. black sheep.

Month

March 2017

home.

runrabbitrun
Illustration by Kirsten Beets and Francois Conradie of Between 5 and 10.

 

The weight of past loves lost and old lives left lingering

bear heavy load on a listless heart

leave little room to feel anything than lonely.

A radioactive heart enters

rams open doors labeled restricted

removes cobwebs from a ramshackle soul

revives a rundown mind

reaching for the remnants left behind

from a rover long receded.

Stirs up a stark contrast to your sadness

the search for something lost so long ago.

Suddenly, solace in your heart synchronizes in someone new.

You struggle to stave off the sorrow,

if only for tomorrow.

Wise hearts can become fools,

gold hearts can burn black,

and still you run like a rabbit from the love that you lacked.

Stop running.

Love.

Love,

it has found you.

And it wasn’t like falling was it?

No darling,

no.

It was a graceful dance through the door of his heart knowing you were finally home.

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stone hands.

stonehands
Photo Credit: silverkeysart

he’s got these hands made of stone
beneath lies the dust of her bones
jagged from the glass he’s thrown
blood bags laden in units unknown
too late to atone

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