How does one capture silence,
the words forever left unsaid?
Far from an empty vessel,
emotions drown out senses
numbing the soul into submission.
Echoing through the body
in a language beyond logic.
Grief,
the heart’s last remnants
of a lost love’s longing.
Guilt,
stories of a mistaken past
accountability can never change.
Hope,
romanticized melancholy
giving purpose to tomorrow.
Yet, even the moon
casts a reflection.
Walls bricked by heartache
protect the last flame of innocence.
From the ashes of what was,
a new man stands in the mirror.
Yearning for intimacy
to share the fire of truth,
tender and unguarded,
vulnerably residing inside.
Grief’s echo.
Guilt’s shadow.
Hope’s flicker.
All fragments of the whole
waiting to be seen
and accepted.
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