(! ! ! !) Far Off Poem by Alice Cuenca
(! ! ! !) Far Off
...surprisingly
it was sunny when
he said goodbye,
I expected rain.
For him, no cords.
his gazed altered
for her still...
He let go of me
from up high,
the islands
are fading
the passing warmth
of an unsettling
sunset was as bright
as a gaping wound
many years had passed.
being dead. But
coming still...
relocating feelings
never.
Gone
Healing comes from courage and we all have that in ourselves. We only need to dig in ourselves a little more to explore it. Sometimes we hurt. Sometimes our hearts ache. Sometimes we cry out in pain. It is a cycle that will keep on curling as time flows and this continum of life lives on forever. This poem is worth admirable and I believe that it surely is my greatest hope that these words will touch your and reader's heart and stir the sage within.....10/10
so far, yet so real....do wounds really heal, or do they simply remain dormant...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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4/24/2024 3:54:43 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this.. this is a brilliant piece.. I was so lucky to have read it..10/10