Endings

I ache at each,

Soothing, or stabbing

The best or the most destructive,

The viability of the ending,

Matters less than the pages rising,

And collapsing on their brethren.

When all have stopped, I continue.

If only in my aching

for every single one.

Empathy and trauma so woven

There is no separation.

And yet, suddenly,

I see the power in each piece

If I can bring about hegemony

Published by sickybeat

I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty

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