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The Finish Line
Faint Memories, like shattered glass
Piecing together a painful past
These scars don't seem to go away
They stay, become a part of me
The rattling door
The quiet thud
To yearn is the only drug
When tears won't come
My heart beat fast
The finish line
I'm here at last
© All works Victoria Embree
Beautiful
''to yearn is the only drug'' how beautiful. and how true, the feeling of addiction (to love, hurt, whatever the case may be) is an addiction within itself. R x
please read my poems, and enjoy the real-life drama that is my life!
Love A Good
great shattered glass image. Somehow, the new mirror has pieces missing or hairline fractures, but finish line is the endgame is the conclusion and the assimilation of experience into acceptance and wisdom. Enjoyed this one, a bit melancholy, but marvelously penned - allets