If only

The OctPoWriMo prompt is about things split in two, the parting of ways. Nothing more appropriate than a cleave poem. Dedicated to a special person.

 

I remember how we longed     when you slammed doors

For the day to come                    the shouting at its peak

When you would decide            it was time to change

To finally go,                                make your own life

And let us breathe.                    You took your courage

In both hands,                            you clutched your dreams

Fistfuls of anger                         let them open with broad wings

Such energy let fly                    carried on the wind

An avalanche of regrets          into the great blue future   

Would things have been          fanned into wild flames

Better than this cold fury        and blossomed

Had we shared our hearts      with their passions unfolded

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Jane Dougherty

I used to do lots of things I didn't much enjoy. Now I am officially a writer. It's what I always wanted to be.

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