Waiting To Rise

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We are teardrops and wishes,
a trail of whispers
trapped in glass jars
We call ourselves
unbreakable,
but there are cracks
in our fragile hearts,
and those memories
the ones we pretend
don’t exist,
are simply waiting
for resurrection
They live in
those empty spaces,
longing for moments
when the sky is black,
mist and moonlight,
waiting to be spilled
so they can rise
with the night

Breath of Words 4/16/17

photo by Omerika