Empty.

Missing.

Lost.

The cold nights are colder without warm embrace.

Pain in the chest.
Scars on the soul.

Love.

Put on a brave face.
And face the world with grace.
Underneath a storm is brewing,
Heart a mess.

Wondering.
Pondering.


Worth the suffering,
For a soul so enchanting.
An adventure so wild,
And a taste of magic.

Fleeting.

Change the only constant.
Learning to roll with the waves.

And be free.

 

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Published by Jacqueline Ann Lente