poem: wet ashes & new scars

(75 words) 5 May 2018

By S.R.A. Markin

why do they come back when you no longer need them
i would have given anything to have been rescued,
but no.
I had to grow. I had to mature.
the old me didn’t drown
or burn up releasing a Phoenix.
the old me is just me now, with a couple more scars,
more reminders on how to do things a little different.
i don’t like saying goodbye,
especially doing it again




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