Once Upon... The End

Once upon a time. of mine. i held so tightly. to my things. to my hopes and my dreams.

And now I stand up here so tall. just letting them. like me. fall.

one. and all.

into This. bottomless pit. never again to get out of it. they sit.

staring back at me. as we are being set free.

from one another. no longer to be tethered.

forever. we are severed. forever. and ever.

Once upon a time. of mine. 12 years. of tears. of grieving. I collected things. and hopes. and dreams. treasuring them up in my heart. such aching art.

Each piece held. for me. some peace. for a moment. for some time. for a future. of which I was so sure.

but now I see. as they stare back at me. with the future i will never see. save but an already fading memory.

of my things.

of my hopes.

and my dreams.

an empty breath, exhaled. an iron spike, un.impaled.

they fade. into the shade.

unmade.

a vapor in the wind.

Once Upon…The End.

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