Hope c.h. Mayalin

Hi, so still feel like a fairly new poet but I’ve spent the past year (In poetry class) working on my poetry. So I felt as though it was time to start sharing some of my work. Any feedback on anything would be great and I hope you enjoy reading.

Hope c.h. Mayalin

For Let My Last Breath Be Your First

Hope c.h. Mayalin

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“ even the dead tell stories my dear, not of their of will (of course) but of ours. An old friend once told me that we continue on in the souls of the one we love, I was always so full, of stories my sweet now it your choice how to tell them. y-you will never lose me, you will only lose the sound of my voice and the touch of my hand as everything else lives on inside you”

Into The Golden Night

Hope c.h. Mayalin

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She laid back her head Sore from the misery And let herself bleed onto the grass As she had no other choice And if she was -so certainly- to die she didn’t want to die in harshness of real She wanted to die, here in this place to die dream dreaming of the future she fought so hard for where the grass was of golden silk and even the very sky whispered songs of belonging

Poetry

The Way You Became

Hope c.h. Mayalin

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I saw the way you cared so little I saw the way you grew I saw the way you became The way you twisted around life so careful never to hurt it again You used your skin to weave a shield Your heart as a sword And your soul as a bargaining chip And because of that you lost so much of yourself (but you saved so much of the world)

So Much, So Unreachable

Hope c.h. Mayalin

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We hold so much, so close to our heart Grasp tight our hands I grasped you so tight And yet you turned to ash in my fingers I have carried So much on my shoulders But what is the point -in searching for all the lost things you know you can never touch-