mourning doves
doubt had brought more comfort
feigned ignorance a lighter weight to bear
the self-loathing, hate, and absolute pain
she had for so long
fought
ignored
embraced
turned out to be the answers she had sought
so righteously
the hourglass was serenely still
growing thoughts like budding orchids
wilted, died, and blew away
her time as it had been was gone and
she couldn't find the
will
strength
desire
that had once almost driven her to total sanity
the clarity cut like a blade
but no blood seeped to validate the aching
her self was faded; a smudged outline of what
her hopeful mind had not so long ago
created
loved
hated
and the gate behind her closed
and the road before her called her with the warmth of
an open grave
her crackling steps the only sign her soul was still
alive
awake
her own
toward the darkest she had ever seen
where she heard the baby cry
to see the smile and touch the hand
breathes life into her desperate lungs
the mourning doves had not sounded for death but
for a new life
with so much more to give
the cobalt glass that meets my gaze with unrelenting
need
hope
love
has touched a deepness inside me i never knew i had
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