Subject of Aspiration
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Written: December 10, 2023
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Broken dreams scatter several shards of hope
Desperately discarded—suffered a horrible scope
As I recover from mind filth, dust draws on pieces
What was once whole and true has now ceases.
Reforming the elements—that form my mind
A whisper hive finds grace in the chaos behind
Broken glass reveals a tale of death born in flight
Cracked and remade—I find comfort in life's quiet.
Spirit split as I looked for the parts in this cut veneer
Amid the darkness—I struggle to perceive light here
Death may have altered the landscape I knew
But it can't ditch my brokenness-derived vigor, I drew.
I climb above with a love-infused midge
Every break teaches—every repair earns a bridge
Worth is how I pick shards at all costs, not the lost
Even if the road ahead may be rough and loft.
Each stride forward helps me grow and bloom
Evolving into something other than the gloom
Phoenix-like—I rise from the ruin and disarray
My spirit revitalized as I emerged from decay.
Not tied down by the heavy bands of the past.
I climb to the skies, as freedom dwells everlast.
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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