All that was meant to
Break me
Vanishing
Screaming
Pain
Vanishing
Recollections
Turned into
Nightmares
Turned into
Haunting
Idealizations of
An obscured
Reality
Vanishing
Doubt
That tends
To shout
In the
Silent
Corridor
Of my cerebrum
Vanishing
A girl that
Simply reacted
Never really
Feeling
Vanishing
The picture
Of the woman
I had always
Imagined myself
To be
Now
Not so faded
Rather
A
New reality.
Thank you, Loredana. All is well. Life has a funny way & I'm learning to enjoy the process.
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