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The nook of my memories is the safest place on earth right now,
a single step out of it seems scary and painful.
Trapped inside, I carry on
as hope agonizes under the beam
of a weakening flame
that struggles to keep that niche alight each passing hour.
The feeble thread holding feeling and reason together
was suddenly cut loose
and each has since drifted apart
choosing to live by a will of their own
One stands under the rain
unresponsive
while the other trembles in fear
trying to hold on
to the tiniest reminiscence of a happier time

My soul is too exhausted
for the task of keeping them together
so the shell I have become
can do nothing but sit back and watch
as they aimless wander
into the darkest forest before my now empty eyes

Mariana Antúnez (2017)
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