And like shears she cut,
Wounding with strength, though unveiled,
A withering bloom.
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Emily Mary Rose
Emily Hustwick is a neurodivergent poet endeavouring to communicate the painful woes of mental and chronic illness. If you find yourself lost amongst the verses and the prose, know that you will one day be found.
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We'z Walking on a Path Ruled By Numbers
This road has felt endless, yet limited; every step tracked. Inching away along this path, I feel trapped. Confined. Left to this narrow passage that may one day amount to something greater. Time is not a concept. Only distance. From start to finish, I laugh and cry and attempt to convince myself that this is worth it. I cannot stray. I must keep going. Every step etched, is a step taken, is measured as more than before. I cannot even recall how I got here. Maybe I don’t even really exist. Just another tick marking off a perceived presence. Of what though? I am just another line drawn. Nothing more, nothing less.
By Oneg In The Arctic5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (7)
So much depth to this.
All cut flowers die, yet we want their beauty to last... A beautiful Haiku...
A withering bloom. That was so heartbreaking. These 3 lines made me so emotional! Loved your Haiku!
Wow, just wow... Once again, a great piece with just a few words with thousands of emotions..great job girl. Do check mine as well, would appreciate it. :)
I love this!
Yay we’re haiku buddies! 🥰 so glad to see someone else promoting the art of haiku in such a poignant way 🌹
So much power and emotion in so few words, love this Emily Mary!