You threw me down real hard
Smacking my face on emotional asphalt
Scaring my love with deep wounds
So personal my name
Wore off and bled
Identity covered in wounds
More red than my heart could wear
And colder than any pain
Frost could burn.
You took sick pleasure with me
Divorce shoving a sword right through
Light escaped my eyes
Replaced my dark decorated tears
An inescapable weight
Crushed hope into broken glass
You cut me mercilessly
Into pieces no one recognized
And left my love alone.
Little did I see the sunrise at dawn
When the broken door
Made a way for possibilities
When I crawled to stand
Moving forward one step at a time
Good fortune grew feet
I saw a fresh blossom
Opening a scented bloom
The familiar scent of hope.
Copyright © 2022 Charles Edward York
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