Back here again.
The most familiar place I’ve ever been.
This is the part where I’m forgotten… again.
Where I fold into the shadows of memories that blend in with empty spaces and cold wind.
The part where I am let go of.
Where I come crashing down from above. Where I’m reminded that the embarrassing fall out of love often comes with a beastly shove.
The part where the end is near. Closer than it appears.
Where my eyes build up with tears- blinding me, so I won’t have to face my fears.
The part where I become another “was”.
Because my “ends and odds” are finally realized as flaws.
So before my scene gets paused and the curtain draws…
Let me give my best.
If it has to end,
let it be to the sound of a grand applause.
Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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I burst into tears reading this, for you have summed up the stage in my life I find myself in, but I doubt there will be any applause when I go…
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You always seem to get it… whatever “it” is I’m trying to say. 💙🙏🏼
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I suspect we share similar emotions about life. You always seem to be speaking directly to me! XX
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I just LOVE that last line. Brilliant
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Thank you so much 🙏🏼💙💙
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You are welcome
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Brilliant poem. How well you have said what goes through the mind of every performer.
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He/she wrote it absolutely brilliantly!
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Indeed.
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Very well written…Just beautifully captivating.
Grace upon, Grace
Beauty to Ashes
Standing…,
InHisCare 🙏
Yonnie 💜
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Thank you
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One of your best ones yet!
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