I retract
Turtling into
Imagination
Fictional worlds
Protect my mind
From reality’s
Searing finger
His touch burns
Like the clot
He placed
In my mother’s lung
Ticking bomb, a
Hidden countdown
The weekend spent
Notarizing documents
For incapacitation, death
Is my time of peace
Ending, or is it just
Cognitive dissonance
Observe my
Soft footed retreat
Preferring tales of
Adventure and love
Over my psych
Professor’s biases
Cut from
An easy life
Untried by suffering
Lately I have
Made friends with
Parts of my body
That look like hers
Traits I used to hate
We have
Finally found
Some kind of
Tranquility together
Though it
Easily wobbles
Scars from
Old wounds
Still ache, yet
I linger in her arms
Suspending time
Burying my nose
In the soft place
Between her
Neck and shoulder
Making peace
With her genes
Embedded in me
One day soon
They will be
The only
Anchor left
Vivacious smile
Glorious meals
Truths until spoken
Morph into cliché
Melt, forgotten
By others
Simple traits
No one else
Would remember
But know this
Do not forget
I am proud
To carry her
Best quality
Until the end
Of my own days
Leading life
With love
Always
About the Creator
Aspen Marie
In love with life and all of its foibles.
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