Rue

I lost you,

Whom I once loved.

Ripped from my grasp in the blink of an eye.

A man sculpted hollow by his own hand,

overstuffed with chasing more,

no bluff could mask the truth—

greed wound rough around your neck,

a noose of your own making.

I, in pain, cried into the silence

Too afraid to walk on the shattered glass you left behind,

With each step, a fresh wound

my voice cracking against the void.

Just yesterday, you stood tall, looked me in the eyes and swore,

“I’m good enough!”–a fragile boast swallowed by the fall.

The ambitious shadow lingering, cast long over the ruins of us,

Too weighty for my shoulders, so with deep grief, I let you go

Too tired to chase what’s gone…

‘jjf’25

Resilient Bloom

A flower rises

Through dry leaves to find the light

Pure as cotton white.

by jjf’25

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Edited writings from my journals, posted on January 10, 2025

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