by Kristal Peace
My confidant…
How did we get here again
To knives thrown
Holes made
Vows shattered
Feelings swayed.
My ally…
When did we find our way back
To moments before
Civilized discourse
To rage and fear
And throats screamed hoarse.
My sympathizer…
Why do we prefer the road
Adorned with brambles
Thistles and thorns
Littered with grudges
And studded with horns.
We both see the end.
My foe…
The path is pointing one way
Out of the darkness
Through the pain
It’s time to part:
I smell…rain.
Sometimes storms end
a journey begun
out of love.
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