Of Maim and Mend

It lurks
Bestowed upon her heavy heart
The sorrow of the shadows
It hurts
A paroxystic onslaught of reality
Hit like a ton of bricks
Tempestuous emotion flowed like a river
Of the river you partook, time and time again
Both,
Unleashing, unrelenting, unforgiving in their stream
Like the apple from the tree
A consciousness arose
A thorny little rose
A beauty in respect to it’s beast
A marker of its time
Indication far too long suppressed
Weighing heavy in my chest
I can’t lay these thoughts to rest
It is for the best
It is for the best
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About Maya

I like words like "labyrinthian," "kerfuffle," and "serendipitous" because they're mellifluous. I love poetry, pumpkin ales, sangria, long summer days, Fall foliage, going out of my way to step on crunchy leaves in October, live music, Jazz, Salsa dancing, theater, film (foreign and indie), the arts (myriad varieties), dance (in theory and practice) and any place where I can sit outdoors and take it all in.
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