Paint Us Gray: Part 2
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  • Reads 94
  • Votes 15
  • Parts 55
  • Time 23m
Complete, First published Jan 15, 2022
Mature
(This is part 2; please read part 1 first!)

Rejection. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Grief. 

Unfortunately, we've all had a swallow, some more than  others, of this bitter brew.  
This is just a sliver of my chapter that is a part of this world's  grand narrative; it's about one person's toe dipping into the  brokenness of the Earth, and the ripples, waves, tsunamis it  created in her life. 

A couple of months ago, while consoling a friend grieving the loss  of a relationship, he asked me a question no one had ever asked  me before. A very vulnerable and powerful question. I had been  sharing some of my own similar experiences with him when he  messaged me that life changing question, 

 "And, what did you see at the top of the mountain?" 

While his words were just letters on a screen, I could see the hunger in his eyes, hear the desperation in his voice, sense the overwhelming thirst of a person climbing up an incredibly steep and  treacherous mountain. 

What did I see at the top of the mountain?  

This book is my answer to this question.  
Let's go for a hike.
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MELANCHOLY | Melancholy drips from my fingertips. SOON TO BE A PUBLISHED PAPERBACK. COMING 2025! This melancholy drips from my fingertips so slowly, you begin to forget I even exist. All of me, the hard parts of flesh you could never seem to love, drips down the drain. I am waiting for the day for your fingers to unscrew the pipes, dig through debris and mess, scrape your heart against the rust, just to find me, so we can go through it all over again. Here, in the pages I find myself, in the ink that writes against my flesh, I will whisper the sadness, the heartache, and the decaying for all of the unspoken. Perhaps under this layer of melancholy, the girl I once knew still exists.    First poetry collection in the series. Original poems based off real life experiences. #12 in poetry. Cover template made by @KaleidoGraphix on Canva. 𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 copyright © May Garner. 2017. All Rights Reserved.