Unrest of Spirit
She ran herself ragged working her fingers to the bone
for she didn't want to think about him nor be left alone
her feelings were a phantom mirror of her spectre self
torn by grief, she had no choice but to face herself ....
She closed the porchlight and took a walk to a nearby Bay
placing her head in the sand her mind finally began to un-fray
Soon the rend of her pain allowed her the finality of letting go
as a peaceful feeling sheltered in, like a warm cozy throw.
Contest Name: Unrest Of Spirit
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Date: 11/10/2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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