Home Again


She wore her heart until it was worn, she spoke until she was at a loss for words, she slips away stripped down to the bone, her heart strings playing melancholy chords, she is the calm born in the storm, remembered as often as forgotten, a spirit until the ghost takes form, living in the space she’s caught in, dying only to be revived, she circles the silk in this coffin, only a blank space where she recalls the memories, pushed aside, feeling a hardness fill the places that once would soften, she can’t replace what’s letting go, she can’t hang on every word, she can’t reach for it when it wants to grow, just to feel the sword, she can’t keep planting herself where she won’t remain, she needs to heal the roots so she feels the flame, she needs the sun when the moon wanes, she needs to find home again..



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