garden of heartache.

wilted,

like funeral roses,

black and crumbling

from the weight of your ghost

they sit in stagnant denial,

thoughts swirling

and dreams drowning

in their desolation,

petals plucked

and seeds strewn

perhaps,

they’ll create

a garden of heartache

for all the lonely people

to water

– ashley jane

Seasons

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I rage like Summer, channeling the beast within,
this heat of mine fires scorching words
I need you hear my pain and feel my hurt
I want you watch when these bridges burn

I am a winter soul who soaks up the cold,
standing alone and waiting on the coming freeze
I am inside, looking out at the abandoned trees
that closely the resemble the forest inside of me

I rise like Spring, eager for change,
my over-thinking mind so quick to race,
beauty blooming in moments of clarity
when strengths are used for charity

I am an Autumn heart and you say it feels like home
despite the chill that rests within my bones
I am a whisper that lingers in the falling leaves
sweet nothings floating in your company

Breath of Words © 11/7/17

Dawn Will Break

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I watched you falling,
no wings to fly,
gravity pulling,
your eyes shut tight,
a monsoon of melancholy
within your somber heart,
secluded away in the quiet

and I just wanted you to know
that you’re never alone

when misty memories
weave inside your mind,
foggy fear and doubt
leaving no way out,
I’ll never leave you behind

let me take your hand,
and together,
we’ll wait
for the dawn to break

Ashley Jane/Breath of Words© 9/11/17

photo by N. Hienan

Flicker and Fade

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I’ve been stirring the depths,
those dark recesses
and shadowed halls,
moody blue rooms
with empty walls

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And some days,
I’m more flicker and fade,
rainbow tears
becoming shades of gray,
colors breaking,
embraced by the night,
now swallowing up the light
hollowness
slowly settling in,
leaving a pressing ache
beneath my skin
that demands
to be alone

the dark side of depression
is making hell
into its home

Breath of Words/Ashley Jane© 6/26/17

Top photo: Agnes Cecile / Lower photo: Zest