Spring

You’re unawake in
disappointing dreams
As if your day to dream
has long ended.
Been wrecked by things
you never think will come
And learning to accept
those which you fear.

Until that first heartbeat.

When weights slide off
your shoulders like a tear
And, suddenly, your soul
arrives back home.
Old realities are
now suspended
While you sit,
it still hasn’t hit you yet.

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Author: thefragrancewriter

Original Blend of Perfume and Poetry

5 thoughts on “Spring”

  3. 💌You’re unawake in disappointing dreams

    As if your day to dream has long ended.

    Been wrecked by things you never think will come

    And learning to accept those which you fear.💌

    A poignant depiction of sitting in the spotlight of anxiety’s trembling, rattle and draining hum. And charcoaled clouds seem to mirror the soul with the familiar fog of depression settling in. And choosing joy sounds like an awful snap out of it.

    💌When weights slide off your shoulders like a tear

    And, suddenly, your soul arrives back home.

    Old realities are now suspended While you sit, it still hasn’t hit you yet.💌

    This, this heartbeat!!! To feel the beat and rhythm of life like this when the darkness lifts

    Moving and affecting Poetry.

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