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The Death of Longing
I run to him.
Pulling shield from hand,
it clatters to ground.
A cacophony of dissolution.
‘I have loved you since the beginning of that which we call time.
Longed for you in unfathomable renditions.
Across and through infinite spaces.
Come home to me.
Be still with me. Until the finite too dissolves.
Until the ‘we’ dissipates into the beat of all that is.‘
In silence,
I chase no more.
I cease disarmament.
I sit.
I listen.
I love.
R.
Pulling shield from hand,
it clatters to ground.
A cacophony of dissolution.
‘I have loved you since the beginning of that which we call time.
Longed for you in unfathomable renditions.
Across and through infinite spaces.
Come home to me.
Be still with me. Until the finite too dissolves.
Until the ‘we’ dissipates into the beat of all that is.‘
In silence,
I chase no more.
I cease disarmament.
I sit.
I listen.
I love.
R.
Published 15th Oct 2019
| Edited 17th Oct 2019
Author's Note
Always, this longing inside. I will miss her when she is gone.
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15th Oct 2019 4:04pm
15th Oct 2019 4:48pm
Thank you, Ahavati! Sometimes, the ink just won’t not flow :)... 🙏🏽🕉♥️, Rachelle
15th Oct 2019 4:48pm
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15th Oct 2019 10:38pm
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16th Oct 2019 00:04am
Anonymous
15th Oct 2019 11:40pm
Love and pain reside in our deepest being. The ink flows when the emotions are channelled and set free. Only when we perceive them purely and unequivocally as they are for us, do we give birth to the words. The pen is just an instrument. You have laid bare very deep emotions here. J
16th Oct 2019 00:22am
🙏🏽... So, so true. This pen had gone dry the last several months as I move towards a space beyond words. I am very happy they are slowly re-emerging/integrating. :) R.
Anonymous
16th Oct 2019 00:37am
I've been there and I am still trying to come back. I haven't written much in weeks. I feel as if I were paralised from the chest up. It will come back, have faith. J
16th Oct 2019 00:49am
Love and light on your journey. They tend to come back, in my experience, at exactly the right time. 🕉♥️, R.
16th Oct 2019 12:51pm
i share the Feel of longing love
more apt as missing terribly
Beautifully spilled
more apt as missing terribly
Beautifully spilled
♥️.... This one didn’t feel as melancholy as that when I spilled (a feeling I know we both know too well). More as a poignant beginning of the accepting of what is, (whatever is!) as beautiful in its own right... i so love how poetry finds the reader on their own path as much as lighting the writer’s own...
Hugs to you, dear Tallen.
🙏🏽, R.
Hugs to you, dear Tallen.
🙏🏽, R.
17th Oct 2019 10:54pm
Rachelle.. this is so powerful. yet tender, and loving.. I really enjoyed this.. much respect to you..
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18th Oct 2019 4:47am
