We rest upon the tremors of our own deciding,
Where the quiet deepens between the two of us
Shall I lift my voice in supplication so you will answer,
Or drift into a silent goodbye?
Remaining to fight is braving the tempest
Defying the storm with open arms
Living on the heat of what we used to be
Chasing shadows in the mist
The deepest wounds carve out the strongest souls
To weather the cruel words and heal the rift
To look at broken skies and find the stars,
Letting love win, no matter how the fear climbs
Yet, flying takes another kind of strength
To loose the grip and let the anchor slide,
To map the miles, to measure every length,
And leave with nothing left to hold inside
It is choosing to carry the weight of the past
To let the cold wind sweep across my face,
And finally admit it's time to part
To turn the page and start afresh
I stall at the gate,
The chaos or the calm and to burn or to run
I do not want to hurt you anymore,
I do not want to hurt anymore
Neither do I wish to fade into the shadows
If fighting kills our grace,
and wings just mean escape
I shall memorize your face one final time,
before choosing the way that releases us both
Or does our love carry us through
for our next thirty years?
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Author:
Cassie Hays (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
There is resilience and persistence in this write of love and its difficulties. Well spoken
This really moved me, Cassie. Neither choice is presented as weakness, and that makes the uncertainty feel completely human. Then that question of thirty more years arrives and opens everything again. Powerful and painfully honest, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you for the kind words
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