SOMETHING MUST GIVE

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There are those tragedies you don’t want to let go,

Aren’t there?

Despair so familiar, it turns friend

And sits with you in your loneliness

Till the loneliness fades out of existence

And you stay in the dark, digging into

Festering wounds with gusto.

What good is there in recycled pain?

What reprieve lays in wait for those

Who crawl out of themselves

And attempt life without history?

History?

What do we call all of time

Steaming in a flask?

What is this?

A quid pro quo for tired tears?

A drunken fatuous tango

On a chessboard

Begging…begging to lose?

Come, come

Start a bonfire;

Something must burn

With all toxic ties.

And though hope may have died,

Gems rise

From charred things so

Something…

Something must give.

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8 thoughts on “SOMETHING MUST GIVE

  1. I can’t stop thinking about this:
    “What reprieve lays in wait for those

    Who crawl out of themselves

    And attempt life without history?”

    What does it mean? It’s scaring me, LOL. I’m seeing phoenix imagery while being reminded of my own decision to shed my past self and be a different person in the same body. What does this mean?

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