healing vision of summer
midnight elegy for a lost love
My silk of expectations is too thin
I measure it, I cut, I thread the needle.
I will endure the pain of grievance pins,
I'll mute my soul, I will unlearn to tweedle
and I will sew my summer solstice dress.
I'll keep my flower garland at the ready.
I no longer have the pressure to confess
that I am no longer your beloved lady…
I will attach regret as veiling lace
to subtle sadness of my regal crown
and I'll remake dark velvet of the space
Yet, in the best of my seduction gowns…
I'll gather diamonds of my tears on a string
and walk into my summer from my spring… 😊
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Dear Readers, thank you for reading! I write mostly about love and the meaning of life. Feel free to share stories with your loved ones. I also read my writing at public events as a professional performer.
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Irina Patterson
M.D by education -- entertainer by trade. I try to entertain when I talk about anything serious. Consider subscribing to my stuff, I promise never to bore you.
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