There is a chill in the air
The soft breeze that refreshes my soul
Coincides with a forlorn feeling
A gentle whisper that winter is not so far away.
Nature is foreshadowing, even as the summer sun still burns my skin.
Tag: writing
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Hurt is so easily exchanged
Like coins tossed
True meaning lost
Foundations like sand
Relationships disband
Over a missed word
An apology unheard
Can we gird our hearts
To withstand the hard parts?
Yet remain soft, open
Vulnerable, a little broken
Allowing others to see
Our true reality
Is our destiny division-
Or can we begin a revision?
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You see a light through a picture window in the evening, escaping through long, white curtains not fully drawn. It is a tiny beacon of comfort to you, outside. The warm glow an invitation to a safe place where you might feel free to be genuine. You knock gently on the door, the vulnerability breaking your already fragile heart. You step into a softly lit room with a crackling fire. A warm blanket and glass of bourbon with a single, large cube of ice smoldering inside the glass awaits. Smiles exchanged, listening ears await. May it be to you today, to know that you will be okay.
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In the crucible
of all that is unknown
dreaming of the moment
when you will know
which way to go
until you realize
the moment is you.
Kacie B. Sharpe 