A small drop of resentmemt
Rippled through a lake of tranquility
Amplified to every corner
Leaving no trace untouched
And with it came shadows
Resurrecting ghosts from the past
Tearing down the stronghold
Every fragment bigger than the last
Every effort to contain it
Consumed in its dark blaze
Every hope conquered
Depression is a blade
Purification is a slow process
And takes courage to employ
Sometimes it can’t recover
The pieces once destroyed
Obliteration of the soul
Emotions take their toll
And I feel my dreams shaking
Slowly, slowly breaking.
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Hi Nessa. This is beautiful. It speaks to me so much! π
Thank you! π
This is incredibly beautiful! It is a slow process, and it does take courage!
Thank you, dear.