Someday there will be rest,
when life's fickle breezes calm,
and my breath stills with it,
the sky will fade from indigo
to deep, infinite, starless black,
and the earth will tuck me in
with blankets of soft clay,
wrapping me in a warmth my body
will never again know.
Memories of me will fade away,
like dying stars that find new homes
in crevices of faraway mountain sides.
No fragment of my existence will remain
not in thought,
nor bone,
nor in the caw of crows
who bring trinkets to newfound lovers.
Yet my soul in these words may yet leave
a piece of me here
that may linger
for a time,
and grant life to me anew
through your heart and eyes.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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