But now it took a fatal hit.
Crumbled and disarrayed,
A part of me walked away.
Distinct yet identical,
Lovable but fickle.
A oneness I yearned,
Was the oneness that separated.
Surprised, sullen and sore,
Too fucked up to care anymore.
That voice still awakens my fears,
Those eyes still bring me tears.
Deep from the discarded debris,
Arose a meaningful tendril,
The pillar for weakening this impure strife,
A person whom I yearned for all my life.
The reflection casts a shadow,
On the bridge that was narrow,
What if the bond had been hollow?
It is something that I will never know.
I treasure my new possession,
After learning life's most painful lesson,
Never to hate the needle's sharpness,
But to love the ensuing numbness.
As I watch the passing of the days,
I realize it was one of life's ways,
To present me this pure tendril,
Who has stopped my downward spiral.
(Wrote this in 2008)
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