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Coming back to Life, End of wordlessness, End of writer's block, Finding words, Freedom, Liberty, Magpie Tales, Never too far, No more feeling blank, Not dead, Release, Rising thoughts, Sleeping words, Willow Manor, Words, Words coming back
Image credits: Tess Kincaid @ Magpie Tales
Like haunting shadows
dancing in dark alleys
They spoke to me
in hoarse whispers
They told me
never to let go of them
Like famished souls
severed from grungy bodies
They clutched
at my flaming little heart
Their sole desire
was to seep deep into it
There was no escape
from their thorny vines
– no denying
their omnipresence –
And while I melted into
their burning passion
– While I gave in to
their relentless cries –
They transformed
into a beautiful verse
– an epitaph –
on the headstone
of my wordless reflection
**Posted for a smashing Week 103 of Magpie Tales – Where images demand answers, and we poets and writers attempt… **
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