Familiar Scent Of Hope

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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