I am tangled in memory, waterlogged and wordless beneath a sky that can’t decide whether to break or clear. The wind pulls at me softly, like it almost knows how tired I am of carrying old storms inside my ribs. Everything feels blurred at the edges— the shoreline, the years behind me, the reality of who I was before the tide came in. Still, somewhere beyond the grey, light keeps trying to find its way through, thin and uncertain but stubborn enough to stay.
Stunning, as always <3
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Beautiful “light keeps trying
to find its way through,” this line stuck with me.
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Wow 3 in one …. Brilliant 🧡
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"The wind pulls at me softly,
like it almost knows
how tired I am
of carrying old storms
inside my ribs." this line! oh i love and feel this
Aww, thanks so much for reading.
Thin and uncertain but stubborn enough to stay, I love love and feel these lines
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So beautiful
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Wonderful! <3 Love , Virg
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Yes, I (re)lived every moment of this poem with you. Beautiful
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