Weathered

There was no ease

to the tearing away of veils

long held by visions fair….

and eyes no longer blinded

spilled with bitterness

for the heartbeat shattered there….

The gifts of hope and trust

and more the faith in two

lay coldly in the rubble

of a choice one loved could make

and I left halved

stood clearly whole

despite the wreckage made

in a rogue waves careless wake…..

Copyright©Murrsma2016

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