parchment

it’s at the right moment when you are on the verge of tears that a friend can push you over that edge. it isn’t bad. tears of realization. understanding. I am so fortunate that in my travels along the bridge I’ve not long been on the dissolution. More often than not I’m on that of resolution. I am learning. Always. And thankful. Always. I needed the tears. Thanks friend



done
finished
guilt diminished
time spillt
blood seeping
like guilt-weeping
onto parchment


gone
left behind
the past dawns
truly unkind
clouding the mind
fraying the edges
of parchment pledges


discarded
the heart guarded
by the husk
of the dirty dusk
the day without light
now night
no parchment read….