Clinging and Cleared
Shadows drift when the iron grip's released.
Some fingers cling tighter than they should—
But when they open in a palm—
The shadows cease.
Shadows part - light descends - when we release.
🌫️👻❄️🖤
Cobbled, frost-covered stones
Shadows drift under streetlights.
Gripping with thin fingers
Refusing to release.
💀🌙🖤
I grasp its wispy fingers.
Prying - it clings.
Each finger lifts.
Drops.
And grasps - with more fervour..
🌫️🖤💨
My hands - in a palm.
Fingers limp, an absence of pain.
The shadow drifts --
Lightens.
Relents.
🌟✨🕊️
My fingertips leave the iron.
The mist parts -- light's new glow.
The cobblestones shine-
Clear-
Bright-
🌌🕯️🌿
Peace.
🌌🕯️🌿
Original poem by Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin. AI tags are coincidental.
About the Creator
Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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