Poem: Afterthought – A Longing – 08/07/20

Quietness, the solitude, I can exist, for a while, at least, without him.   Though he left hardened punctures within me, calibre-deep, wounded, gaping, shrapnel succumbing,   I can still see right through me, transparency in my views, aiming for blatant and softened truths, now decidedly vulnerable, but paralysed though, extracting the spirit from herself, [...]