I did,

I imagined I might handle time,

I could see the light,

the tunnel of despair

widening,

letting me begin to seek

the other side.

 

I really did,

listen to me my blathering,

I figured upon,

letting go of hope,

and then I might see

the other side.

 

I remember so many hours

of relentless wish

to stay here,

leave me alone,

let my walls become

our security

this piece of parcel

being now a shredded remedy

to the ever increasing

weight

while realizing despair

would always be my personal

trigger,

the other side.

 

I wouldn’t wish to ever leave you

could I always imagine

being with you, then, on

the other side.

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~ finding my way, a personal journey ~