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The home that was shattered but refused to break,

The tears that were spilling but remained unshed,

The heart that was fragile but refused to stop beating,

The storm that was traumatic but could not take over,

The tongue that was tied but denied going mute,

The girl that was losing life but did not surrender.

-The unspoken, unseen

A flower grows

And ends up wilted

A wedding ring

Must be refitted

A voice message

That goes to voicemail

A time and place

That has not set sail

Bright sunset lights

No need to see more

Icarus wings

here we are laying / together and lying with / each other, young fools

I reach out,

Into the unknown.

Erasing the dark mist,

As I descend the steps.

One,

Two,

Three;

Counting each breath of rage,

Of hope and of agony,

I march with grace.

Fueling my flames,

To burn away all the dark remnants of pain.

It is burning and raging;

Fighting the ashes to stay ablaze.

Red, deep red is all I see in it,

The blood of my past,

The flesh of my future,

Are all burning away.

Of dreams and hopes,

Of souvenirs and reminders,

Of experiences and thrill;

A collection of colours,

From across the world,

From across the globe.