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One Moment by Cree Salvai

One moment

That moment

The moment

When you realize

Things aren’t over between the two of you

 

There’s still a bit of a story left

But do you really want the story to go on?

Yes.

No.

Maybe?

 

You fell for him once

Surprise, surprise

He broke you,

Not just your heart

You.

 

Have things changed?

Probably not.

Have you changed?

I think so.

Has he changed?

Not sure.

But probably not.

 

Maybe this isn’t the moment

Maybe this is closure

You know,

The closure you were looking for,

Waiting for,

That never happened?

 

Maybe there was no moment after all

And all this happened in your head.

 

Either way,

You’re both going to go back to the way things were yesterday,

Tomorrow.

Forget what just happened,

And move on.

 

God knows he already did.

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Red Light Special.

Listen to the hum.
The thought of speeding
down a side street
to beat a red light.
The rushing.
The wishing away.
The avoidance.
The fear to face the truth.
The thoughts collected in
the blink of a traffic light.
Recognize your true reflections.

Continue reading Red Light Special.

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What would you see?

I wonder what you would see

If you look me in the eyes…

Would you see how hallow I feel?

Empty, yearning for a fill

Would you see how cracked

with bruises and scars

I am,

Trying to reach for the sky,

But unable to grasp the nearest branch,

Can you tell how scared I am,

to be numb?

Unable to connect the blinking dots even to myself.

I wonder what you would see…

If you look me in the eyes,

And stare into this petrifying soul,

Waiting to succumb to the binding light.

© Soshinie Singh

Author of The Phoenix Letters and The Mist Calling

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Believer

You had a dream. You had plans and things seemed to be in order. Until they weren’t. Until they changed. And that person you trusted with your everything turned into someone else. And you ask yourself how you didn’t see it coming, how could you not know. But you didn’t, because you trusted them, you believed them. And you blame yourself. But it’s not your fault. You can’t be guilty of trusting the good you were showed. You are not guilty of believing they felt the same way about your life, your dreams… because they said they did. Because they showed you they did. Because they planned that life with you. Before they turned into everything you wanted to run away from. And it’s hard to turn around and see your dream have turned into a nightmare. But it’s harder to pretend you didn’t see it. So you fight if you must. You run if you must. And you start again. But you never, ever stop believing. In yourself. And in the good you see in others.

© Máh Lima