I’m still trying to forget
Sweep the rubble under the mat
Dust off the cushions
Where you once sat
But the ruins still stand
Weathered by all the storms
And my heart still feels
Ambivalent and torn
I pray that one day
The past will be buried deep
But the mountains which remain
Seem almost too steep
And I wonder where we’ll be
In the years ahead
Surely scaling those mountains
Or be lost instead
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come and enjoy the heartfelt post – THE RUINS STILL REMAIN
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Thanks so much for sharing this. Really appreciate it. 😉
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Mountains are meant to be scaled ☺💕
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It’s the only way over them. 😉
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Which, of course, is why tunnels were made for trains ☺
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Loved your poem and especially the lines – “And my heart still feels
Ambivalent and torn.”
xoxo
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Thank you… That was actually the line I struggled with the most and the very last part I changed. 😉
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Love your take on the photo! I used the same one and went in a totally different direction. I love this prompt!! 🤗
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Lol… I’ll have to take a look! 😉
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😉
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Deep stuff …
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😉
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