Three years later,
Waves of uncertainty
Surround me, my thoughts
Buried in heavy layers
Of grief,
Of pain,
Of distress,
Creating this unbreakable trap
For any peaceful, comforting
Notion to shine through.
.
These terrorizing emotions
Come in bursts. Strongly.
From time to time.
No true warning or
Clear triggering sign
Could even prepare me
For the feelings I carry
For the loss of you.
.
Engulfed in this sorrowful trance,
I am often left connecting dots.
Taking on an emotional puzzle
In such a dazed state of mind,
Only to learn the answer
Had been so lucid
For three years now.
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Amelia Davis
"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
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