Words have a lasting impact, even the most seemingly insignificant ones. They create an echo or permanence within our heads that just refuses to be shaken free. They make us cringe, cry, and question ourselves. They can break trust, create doubts, and ruin moments. They leave us with disfiguring wounds, jagged and simple to reopen. And they burden us... replaying feverishly in our minds as if they were just spoken yesterday. Words are easy to speak... yet nearly impossible to forget.
Month: September 2023
Concrete 2
Concrete
Menlo 3
Menlo 2
Menlo B&W
Even More
The stanza that follows is short but true... I love him even more, because of you.
Stopped
If we stopped, where would we go from here? Would we be complacent as we watched our lives be stripped down to normalcy? Would we scream inside ourselves as the cravings for more consumed us? Or would we cower... fearful of being led back to where we were always meant to go.
Someday
Someday I won't be here and I'll exist only in your memory. You'll be here, surviving, picking up the pieces of everything I left behind. You'll remain stoic, with your head held high, as you remind yourself to stay strong. You'll be sad as grief dehisces your delicate wounds each time they begin to close. But eventually you'll move on, and that'll be okay... Knowing we'll meet again in the end someday.
Menlo
AO Poetry 
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