Waiting inside a bubble,
world changed
beyond my colors,
I knew not who to trust
who could love back
the ghost
I had become.
***
Soul winter turned hope
into sighs
fanning regrets
on an eternal pyre.
***
© 2022 Amy Christie
Originally published on Twitter
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