stones fall from my eyes
holding my breath, I try

to understand the fields of sorrow
before me

while the image of you lingers in the streams
of tumbleweed

we’ve deemed, a point in the past that seems
like a memory, in between

the one, two, and three tests that come on fast

while I continue to hold my last breath

fear begins to arise
a swelling and butterfly sensation in times of trepidation cries

as I finally exhale a sigh
and the love within me begins to fly

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In response to the WDYS #130 prompt, from Keep it Alive by Sadje

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First photo by 3569616, Pixabay

Second photo by Matt Barringer, Unsplash

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