Tomestones Poem by Lizzie Lum

And then it crumbled
As effortlessly as the words were spoken
Psychic burdens exhumed from the depths
I was freed from the tombstone I had laid
Having buried myself deep underground
Along with the prisoners of my past
Trapped underneath this shrine to putrid bitterness
One I was devoted to and blindly worshiped
My treasured trophy to untimely scars
But now too heavy, too cold
Outgrown

And all it took was one weary plea
Whimpered from behind the chill of darkness
Of that hardened barricade
Begging reprieve from stale shadows
And in that moment I was free
The load graciously carried away in a blink
As if stolen by angels that rode through the night


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