How do I get back?
To the times and spaces before everything unraveled?
As I watched you fall apart, I joined you.
I didn't know it at the time.
I knew I was losing you, but in the process it appears I lost myself too.
So how do I get out of this dark room I've gotten lost in?
Where does hope live?
How do you remove all the traumas of your life and rebuild the shell that's left over?
Maybe just asking the question is the first step.
Maybe there is a way out, if you just stand up first.
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halfwayelite (
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Comments1
a snapshot
of the despondently bleak outlook
many, can relate with
but that last line and the hopeful tone
you choose to end your poem on
gives this reading experience
that much more utility and preciousness..
thank you!
for choosing to share
such a great read
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