Letting go


Undreamt dreams, unformed memories
Unsaid words, of what could be
Shards of the heart, desires frothing over
Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky
Tender imprints on my mind’s canvas
I offer as oblation
into the fire within

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5 comments
  1. Tiny Seal said:

    “Wistful wishes, my fistful of sky
    ” Very nice! You should ignore prose and move on to poetry, my friend. Happy writing! And hopefully none of this based on real life trauma? 🙂

  2. Unawoken said:

    Thanks! I’ll take that as a compliment, and not as a suggestion that my prose is bad 😉
    Some things from real life I regurgitate, and some my imaginary friend dictates 🙂

  3. gn said:

    painfully beautiful

  4. unawoken said:

    Thanks gn!, welcome to my blog 🙂

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