If I'm completely honest,
Part of me is lost.
She's gone with the wind...
A memory in the dark.
It's a flame that once flickered,
Not smothered, but fed...
One that led me through the darkest nights,
Now gone.
I understand her reason,
Her timing,
Her need for sanity and clarity...
But wasn't it so beautiful to have once run wild?
Wasn't it so incredibly freeing to just express with no boundaries or limits?
Our wings, now clipped.
Only in hopes they can regrow.
I know the flame is not dead,
And that the energy thrives.
But is encapsulated in a glass coffin.
Until we dare to shatter it.
To live again.
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