Resilience [a poem]
A shining chariot glides in the moonbeam
On it ride our shadows.
The forgotten kiss ricochets,
harnessed by the energy of the smell and taste
of your mouth freshener. I recoil.
The world is full of jagged edges
blunted by distance. But then,
acceptance sowed the seeds of healing
and the wind answered all the willows.
The lack of regret tears out
From the whispers of ancient lore,
emanate luminous archetypes, potent and raw,
in the light of the stories, we never got to tell.
My inner child wants to come out,
play with you, but monsters lurk in the shadows.
Until they are slain, look out --
I am the rain on your window sill.
The forgotten kiss ricochets,
harnessed by the energy of the smell and taste
of your mouth freshener. I recoil.
The world is full of jagged edges
blunted by distance. But then,
acceptance sowed the seeds of healing
and the wind answered all the willows.
The lack of regret tears out
From the whispers of ancient lore,
emanate luminous archetypes, potent and raw,
in the light of the stories, we never got to tell.
My inner child wants to come out,
play with you, but monsters lurk in the shadows.
Until they are slain, look out --
I am the rain on your window sill.
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