There was a little snail sitting on a hill
Gazing at the world below her
Such gratitude she felt
At the beauty she could see
She thought nothing could take her off kilter
Until across the shore she saw
Another snail on fire
She panicked and thought to help him
Til she noticed the matches he had in his hand
So stopped did her panic within
How beautifully bright he burned
With all of his despair
His light rivalled the sun
Charred to a crisp
His yelling turned to a whisper
That snail was cooked well done.
Tag: Reach
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Thank you for my book
It came at a time of need
My heart is so unsettled
I struggle to keep steed
My bones long deep
My heart in constant waves
Borderlining graceful marble
And fragile broken paves
I miss you like the sunshine
The pangs a deafening blow
Trying to be supportive
Hoping for us both to grow
I know this is the right thing
Because it feels so hard
I hope that I can grow from pain
Instead of crumbling into shards
But please know my love
This choice is for you
And by agreeing I do surrender
No contact isn’t a way I would go
For healing from the thunder
But we aren’t healing from thunder
Were healing from flood
From droughts that happened years ago
When our inner children were without
I know I shouldn’t, but I count the days
This couldn’t be a greater torture
My heart always on my sleeve
Pining for the future
The strength I hold within my heart
Of hope, of love, of us
I grit my teeth and knuckle down
And prey for time to pass
I hope you’re feeling better than me
I hope your healing well
I hope you’ve found a floating device
Thriving beyond your shell
I always want the best for you
Even, if now, I suffer
I hope we can return to love
Bring the best we have to offer
We got this my love, just hold on tight
Let’s be strong and consistent
Remember it’s only temporary
That our bodies are currently distant
Sending you strength, e del baci
What an interesting test
Hold my hand, we got this
Yours, la tua piccola lumaca. -
8 weeks I might die
This feeling of loss is unreal
Why have such a beautiful weekend
Then abandon each other to heal
8 weeks I’m pacing
I can’t even touch the ground
I’m staring at the calendar
Wishing I could rush it down
8 weeks is so long
We’ve not separated that long
Since the day we met
Our heart connection was so strong
8 weeks and I don’t know
If we’ll ever see each other again
I can’t take this withdrawal
From our Venn diagram
8 weeks and a forever
Into the abyss
What if he decides
He doesn’t want this mess
Because that is what I am
Climbing the walls
Hiding and crying
Grieving this pause
Because what if this pause
Is a break up
I’m not ready to move on
Get out and put make up
8 weeks breathe
8 weeks we can do
We can stick to the plan
And do what were supposed to.