The taste of loss a poison
It seeps inside to stain
A symbol of forgotten
That leaves behind a name

An inner sanctum that we craft
Finding what it is to breathe
A step in one direction
Leaves the other as a need

Views tainted by our pasts
Hopes sheltered by our needs
A collection that we feed
That lead us to believe


Breath will come and cease
This darker side of me
A push to take a step
As emotions slowly fade

A vow we seal inside
That echoes with our mind
Crocheted design of us
As we seek to find

A soul that breaks in strands
Meets the voice to take a stand
Grants the chance to live
Reaching out to take the hand

Take a moment, let it settle
It’s the loss that lasts the longest

That grants the lessons to survive.

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