the struggle to shut down voices from the back of the head/ forgiveness coming with struggle/ drowning in the dread of guilt, of all feelings, of ache, pain, grief/ sad songs makes more sense/ doubts and donuts in hands/ on the edge of the cliff – not for the first time/ solace becoming an addiction/ tracing beyond memories/ peacemaking with self/ going to back to old homes, old loves/ the extra pillows in bed, the extra decoction of tea, the little extras of longing, yearning and waiting/holding the last string of hope to see you soon/surviving.
~ H
Frameofsoul 
Such a beautiful poem Hemalatha.
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Thank you so much, ma’am!
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You’re welcome
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🤍💌
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😌✋🏻
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clouds part
sun son
some hope
after all
perhaps anyways.
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True words. Thanks for reading!
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yw
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come by more often for heck s saake. lmao
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DarK iS LiGHT
How Mysterious Life
Breathes Dear Hemaltha
For in the Precipice of
Heaven in Hell Where
Pain Meets Numb
We May Come New Now
To Find We aRe Most
ALiVE And Creative
Just Striving to Breathe
One More Breath of SMiLes
To Return Again True Greatest
Lights Come Out of Greatest Darks
Key is
ReMeMBeRinG
The DarK Soils
of Frozen Winter
That Spring Most
Green Living Trees Breathing
Holding Forest Hands More to Thrive
So Fully Alive Treasuring Every Breath Out of DarK..:)
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Beautiful and heartfelt post, Hemalatha! ❤
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Wow! Amazing Hema!
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