#73 of 365 – “scraps and ashes”

“scraps and ashes”

 

I cried for hours

the other day,

stripped bare

by a caustic gale

 

insides burning,

having fallen

from behind

my stubborn veil

 

leaving nothing

but scraps

and ashes of resistance

on the ground

 

an aching silence

pressing in on me

by a heavy absence

of sound

 

and a tired

reaching for anything,

desperate

and profound

 

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About Blackbird

Poet, sculptor, writer, spouse, parent, crazy person - not necessarily in that order.
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