This internal longing-
Be a familiar foe–
Bowlering her name-
Mistress of Darkness.
Eternally bound and tied.
The sun was shining through late evening clouds-
My little dog named Misty was strutting along-
Mud dappled her paws.
People were staring-
Insecure I felt-
All were judging me.
Their stares projecting-
Silent words of judgement-
This young lass with her dog in hand-
A rebel she be-
For no mask be upon her face.
My stomach twisting-
Palms are sweating-
If only they knew-
I have Asthma-
A consistent struggle to breath.
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Shall we ever be reunited with the world that once was-
Precious moments of accompanied laughter,
The bustling atmosphere of cafes-
Such bittersweet aroma of freshly brewed coffee-
Teasing…alluring…..the senses of human-kind.
An unplanned date-
Corn Kernels transforming into a buttery delight.
A flirtatious smile here-
Hands intertwined there-
Such a delicate dance.
Gatherings and laughter-
After long moments apart.
Will these bittersweet memories-
Become a reality again?
You sneak around in the shadow of my thoughts-
Tip toeing ever so silently-
With those A grade military boots-
Shiny axe in hand.
Sensing a flicker of my creativity–
A devious smile upon a hollow face.
Squashing my sense of self.
No words escape.
Webs of vowels-
Attempt to save.
A heartless swing of your heavy axe
A–E–I–O–U….ever so effortlessly.
You think you’re triumphant-
With those muddy boots and rusty axe in hand
Fool! I will show you triumphant.