Although Rarely, I Blunder

A sparse heart that will never change
has got no soul
– what brings you closer to the light
meeting in the dark this way

I was a newcomer to the game
when you first breezed through
– the waters were raging
and I’m not a strong swimmer

I was swept aside in your wake
I turned bitter & learned to hate
– a necessary component of the psyche
a crutch to support worthless weight

I’m a student of life as it should be
earning my place in time
– a troubled spirit not ready to die
tying up loose ends in my story

Author: Emma Beane

"My history is still one of those mysteries I struggle with every day..." - [ebeane] ... All original works Copyright Emma Beane

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