She Lets Go

drowning

giveupShe’s not dead yet,
But her fire
Is only a smolder now.

She’s been here before.
Empty promises,
And bruised lips.

Promised herself
To never walk this road.
Yet…

With bloodied blistered feet,
She walks on.
She walks alone.

Her cries for help
Are sung into
Dead phones.

And no one’s answering.

She looks back
Into deeply obscured memories.
Wonders what happened

To that little girl

Made up

Of so much fire.

Wonders
Why
Only the burn remains,
And how much longer
Can she withstand the ash.

Her beauty is buried
Beneath so much guilt,
Behind a stack of so many bad choices.

She can’t see
That at least
She still wanders.

Beneath night sky and starlight
Firefly glimmer
And a desperate flight

The breeze
The breeze
The breeze
Desperately reaches out.

Longs to keep her flame alive.
But she,
Feels only the cold,
And so

She lets go.

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About St Basil Z Fish

Curator of the strange and incredibly awkward. A rambling writer with the misguided notion he has something to say. His only redeeming qualities are his wife and children.
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4 Responses to She Lets Go

  1. Abirami says:

    This is amazing work! I love it. ๐Ÿ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Abirami says:

    Reblogged this on THE OBSESSIVE WRITER and commented:
    Words when put together in the right way, have the capability to knock the wind right out of you. This poem does that, and some more! Please visit their blog for more.

    Liked by 1 person

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