Reminded of love; reminded of how much words hurt.
Reminded of a free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly. . .
Leaned against the window pane.
Watched my world shatter. . .
Lost my voice. . .
Reminded of that free-fall from that place where I’d tried to fly.
Jenny W. Andrews copyright 2022
In a remembered hour, wine colored circles expand around an amber-hued memory.
Spiraling down a tunnel; drifting, darkness, decay.
Expecting not to be rescued; God reached for me, anyway.
Jenny W. Andrews Copyright 2020
I am currently working on a second poetry collection. I plan to include this poem in that collection. I am including my original photography, as well.
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On a summer day in a different year,
that other world where I wasted my precious time, has ceased to exist.
in my mind’s eye your image is rooted deep, each image a cut to my soul, slicing irreparable scars onto the canvas of my mind.
A world lost, crumbled and decayed.
Remnants of what had been.
A dream imploded; A moment mired in time.
I couldn’t save myself from you no matter how hard I tried.
Copyright 2019 Jenny W. Andrews
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