The Aftermath

Here we are

Surrounded by what remains

My dreams crashed and burned around

All I thought would be is no more

What’s left?

Picking up the pieces feels impossible

Is anything salvageable amongst this ruin

Hope has faded in my heart

Yet you remain

It must mean something

I thought if I went for my dreams it would work out

Alas, the fire storm that ensued

Your being is my healing

I surrender now

Trusting your ways

You may have all my pieces

I will cling to you instead

Trusting your timing

That what remains;

refined by fire,

Is all that was meant to be.

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