your smile
was the feeling of the morning sky
before sunrise
quiet
the worry-free moment
of pure peace
as you paint the horizon
in water-colour hues
and watch as the world comes awake
before you
your eyes
were the milky brown
of the decaf coffee
i still have to water down
despite my every attempt
to enjoy it black
your hugs were like the feeling
of being warmed from the inside
as it courses down my throat
and calms my raging mind
your presence has always been
the sound of the sea
as the waves pound relentlessly
against the shoreline
the feeling of the sun on my face
my fingers thawed by a hot mug
the breeze blowing through my hair
and softly reaching out
to caress each cheek
the glimmering sun-cast highlights
on the rippling blue-green expanse
of hope
that flows for miles
in front of my tired eyes
the sense of belonging
and always having a place
no matter how long you are gone
or where you choose to venture
in life
the scent of cinnamon
and lavender
and home
your laugh
was like the soft whisper
of wind-chimes
on a summer’s day
the crackling warmth
of a bonfire
the familiar scent
of woodsmoke and brine
the taste
of maple-walnut ice cream
melting on my tongue
the sound that coaxes
my weary self
to sleep
after a long day
of anxious thoughts
and a constantly running brain
you were
every comforting thing
about the world that I know
and it’s hard
not to see parts of you
in everything that brings me
peace of mind
if even for a little while
because for a moment
you’re still here
and nothing’s broken
yet
I find comfort in the little things // m.p.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
