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Promises and Wishes
Wishing Well by Juke55 @ Deviant Art I circle from pale to shade, countless steps around the abandoned well. Wasted wishes rest in dried-up depths, we perish in its hollows. Promises break but wishes will wait to be retrieved, granted, cherished. When you were the promise, you washed over me, permeating sacred spaces, shrouding my soul. I searched your changing face for symmetry and solvency, longing for stability. In wrung-out wrappings, I chilled in your deception as I clung to the warmth of our inception. I trusted you. It was easy. You promised. I believed. I wished the same wish everyday that love would last. Now, I reel in my resistance to love, an outcast of wreckage from your ravine. Will I ever love again? I want to reach in to divulge a deluge of brokenness and betrayal. I retrace your words between the yesterdays. They start as whispers then wail in echoes off impervious walls. Each sanguine syllable a lie, projecting sound into a chasm of darkness. From the depths of the wishing well, vows reverberate from my own lips, gently rumbling then rousing feelings of love turned to loneliness. If one drop of water remains to reflect only one recollected wish, I may find my own eyes not yours looking back, and in the end, I may learn to forgive. Maybe I will love again. written 6/2/20 for Silent One's Promise Contest
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