Current mood:	contemplative
Entry tags:	miscarriage, poetry

Poemage.

Untitled

The burning subsides, the oceans dry, I crawl, then walk, then run, then fly.

Everything clears.
Fears fade and hope nears.

With dry eyes, I live and walk and share again.
Without you.

And that's when I see it all, whole, no less than ever.

Behind me.

Separate.

And I still cannot pass it by.

This is pretty much where I am right now, in one minute's worth of words.  Progress is being made.

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