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ⁿᵒʷ ᵖˡᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ : 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵
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with hope that my last breath is one of relief
from escaping betrayal and heart wrenching deeds,
I let go with acceptance of my hurt and grief
and buried myself among the butterfly weeds.
a retreat to the tranquility and silence
for a breath of the burning vanilla incense.
I've forgiven the unforgivable,
even though cruelty was unequivocal.
but the act of self-exoneration was inexplicable,
sadness and grief -- contagious and insurmountable.
it's as if I've truly never been at ease.
is it too much to simply ask for peace?
YOU ARE READING
adventures in misfortune.
Poetry𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘳𝘩𝘺𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪'𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰. original poetry i wrote at thirteen -- [ the perks of listening to taylor swift at midnigh...
