I found you in the darkest hour
there all along
heavenly distraction
a patched haven.
But I was quick to recoil,
retreat in the shadows.
Like a flower picked too soon
wilted away
bleeding scattered veins
never to fully bloom.
August, a broken-down car on a fiery summer day.
You found me a downward spiral
oblivious
How could you know?
You dove headfirst
but I was a budding Columnar Cacti
only to be gazed at
from afar.
Years pass before I fully bloom
short lived with quick withdraw
September, a rusty nail in a perfectly good bicycle tire.
We lost each other
month by month
coast to coast.
Distance brought longing,
but long nights alone
crafted sensational numbness.
The first fallen orange stained leaf.
Comfortably isolated,
reminded of all I have to offer myself.
October, ground shifting beneath bare feet.
I found myself lying under grey oaks
finger painting futures in milky clouds.
Tingling in daydreams
nightfall sparks
a blossoming fire within.
There were no more barriers.
Embroidered petals on a crescent flower moon
Wind whisked skin
November,
extend the stars, embrace the heavens.
– Breelyn Shelkey
a journey
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HI MAMA!
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