Expoundingspark - Elsewhere

surrounded by a state

of perpetual motion,

the outside observer

in a microcosm

of special relativity,

velocity is meaningless

in the universal continuum,

where five more minutes

at the speed of light

in a billion different lifetimes

is all we’ll ever need.

RhymingTherapy—March 2021 (my original photos & edit) poem inspired by @Writerscreed challenge “five more minutes”

It Hurts Until It Doesn't

I don't feel wrong anymore and I refuse to say sorry when you left me with nothing holy to fight for.

I cradled the last of my sanity in over burdened arms and looked in the mirror to see the unrecognizable as I washed away harm.

Everyday I chip away at these wretched walls, building a foundation with my own hands; starting from scratch.

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