~ ~ ~
My soul bleeds for what it wanted.
Thoughts leaving in waves.
Nothing is left but tiny drops.
I think of what I need.
I am hollow.
How do I walk ?
I do not know.
Going forward always.
Never stopping.
Mending as I step.
I'll be fine.
That's what I tell myself.
I put my hand out to catch
a few of what is still me,
I put it back and hope it
keeps the rest inside.
~ JC ~
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