Poetic ache

Written by: Elenushka Toledo

As liquid evaporating, 
my reflection vanishes, 
dust of bone drifts, 

And the quiddity of my 
soul collapses while it waits, 
hoping for a return, 

like ships in the open sea, 
lingering for 
a placid voyage, 

I continue 
in the same wave, 
like branches I waggle 
vigorously in my aches, 

Trying to elude the reason, 
escaping from my own breath, 
and as I see the leaves of trees 
falling, 

Each of them feel my pain, 
and I travel in my head to all 
of these places without 
taking a step, 

I dream with my eyes wide open, 
gazing at a fantasy frame, 
for my life becomes poetic
by the endlessness of my constant aches.

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