She is the light,
And she is the darkness.
Her glory shines yonder.
Her essence radiates and floats with the delicate puffs of mist, lingering.
But the heart is hollow and heavy;
the soul, floating aimlessly.
Hopeless,
cold,
yet alive with rage and a fire that is consuming.
She is whole,
And she is incomplete.
Breathing, living, enjoying, loving.
Harboring, missing, resenting;
This is internal conflict.
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Author:
Alexa Pineda (
Offline) - Published: October 28th, 2017 03:19
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A first rate picture of both dark and light which make such conflict - - am so pleased to have caught this thought provoking and powerful write Alexa
This is very much appreciated, thank you.
Great poem, great writing, great imagery, great choice of words, great subject. What else can I say, Alexa? This is good.
A million times, thank you!
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