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Today I am small
As I remember all those I have lost
Those, who merely visited
Some of you were birds of prey with raking talons
I'm sorry I could not be who you wanted me to be
Some of you were a gentle wind to lean against
I'm sorry I pushed too hard
Some of you the kindest angels imaginable
I'm sorry that broken hearts are the only memories we get to keep
Some of you wanted what I should not have given
I'm sorry I was too young
Some of you were a ray of light and wisdom
I'm sorry I never got to see you at your brightest
Some of you, a tale that wasn't right
I'm sorry I went too far
Some of you teaching that sometimes friendship
is a comfortable warm bath, but set over open flames
I'm sorry I did not get out before it was boiling
Some of you closing your wounds with knives,
a warm welcome, handwritten letters
Some of you were music shared,
yet never quite knowing between reality and fantasy
Some of you teaching,
(sometimes with just one typo)
how the written word could be utterly indescent
Some things I need not be sorry about.
Some of you broke me (beyond repair)
But I will pour molten silver into the wounds
Be made whole again
Not the same vessel I used to be
But perhaps repaired seams will hold
Today, without you, I am small
But with the memories of you
I am so much more
As I remember all those I have lost
Those, who merely visited
Some of you were birds of prey with raking talons
I'm sorry I could not be who you wanted me to be
Some of you were a gentle wind to lean against
I'm sorry I pushed too hard
Some of you the kindest angels imaginable
I'm sorry that broken hearts are the only memories we get to keep
Some of you wanted what I should not have given
I'm sorry I was too young
Some of you were a ray of light and wisdom
I'm sorry I never got to see you at your brightest
Some of you, a tale that wasn't right
I'm sorry I went too far
Some of you teaching that sometimes friendship
is a comfortable warm bath, but set over open flames
I'm sorry I did not get out before it was boiling
Some of you closing your wounds with knives,
a warm welcome, handwritten letters
Some of you were music shared,
yet never quite knowing between reality and fantasy
Some of you teaching,
(sometimes with just one typo)
how the written word could be utterly indescent
Some things I need not be sorry about.
Some of you broke me (beyond repair)
But I will pour molten silver into the wounds
Be made whole again
Not the same vessel I used to be
But perhaps repaired seams will hold
Today, without you, I am small
But with the memories of you
I am so much more
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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This is stupidly personal, and I debated a long time with myself whether to post it or not. But I did post it. I need to get it out of my system. These are all (except for one character pictured) people who have been my friends, who have had a big influence on my life, but I have lost them. Death, drifting away, strict parents, me cutting contact for my own safety, so many different reasons. I miss each of these people in their own way. Some I would want back, some not.
Please be kind, if you wish to comment. If you recognise yourself and want to say hi, please realise that there may be wounds that cannot be fixed anymore. I will answer, if my mental state allows.
Please be kind, if you wish to comment. If you recognise yourself and want to say hi, please realise that there may be wounds that cannot be fixed anymore. I will answer, if my mental state allows.
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