L- Last Straw

L- Last Straw

 

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In a moment of strength,
Bated breaths held,
The words… Echo
Reverberating-
In the stillness of dusk.

A blatant cold stare;
Unmoved, unshaken-
A sparrow… Morphed,
An eagle emerged;
Every word meant.

Night stars coincide,
The last straw falls out;
A battle… Won,
The injured glows on;
A new journey begins.

The hardest part-

The hardest part-

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They say the hardest part is moving on,
Walking away, letting go.
They were wrong.
Reality is so much more;
Nothing hurts more than
Feeling in every bone in your body,
The urge to look back-
Just one glance,
But resisting anyway.
Knowing somewhere deep down-
It isn’t worth it.


This week has been, well, it’s been been one heck of a week and so I haven’t been posting much, caught up with work and the (unreplied) comments and (unchecked) follows have piled up, my apologies. The weekend is coming and I will try to make up for it, will make time to write and reply on time.

Till next time and “bravo” to  all those who found a way of pushing down thae urge to look back knowing it’s not worth it; it is not easy.