Endings comes in many forms
—
sometimes in weeping fits,
like a child who needs rest
—
and sometimes in silence,
in brittleness,
where the piece of glass
that is your heart,
once rendered unto dust,
must be forged into something new,
rather than be glued
into what it had been.
The only problem
is that glass must needs a forge to be reborn,
and all hearts hate the furnace
that makes them what they are.
All Hearts
it’s the fire that’s the sweetest sometimes. And endings aren’t the end.
Exactly. I’m glad you get me, Lewin.
Hey, I wanted to say I love your poetry. Felt that poem was very fitting with the end of the year. But anyway, I wanted to post this on your about section, but I couldn’t really find it -_-
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