Once I danced along,
streets covered in golden dreams
believing the fantasy
that I built from nothing.
Now I creep alone
through empty concrete dreams
my fantasies but ash within my mouth
as my tears bring no relief.
I rend my heart in bitterness
curse my soul that remakes my wound
the scar marking the damage done;
damage I cannot get away from.
©Jay-lyn Doerksen
September 6/17
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