IN SPITE OF IT ALL
A clear mind, with a racing heart,
A misty feeling tearing apart,
A soothing ache blessing a calm.
Why does it still feel like no harm?
The meaning of the meaning,
Of the meaning,
Still a meaning.
Finding a perspective that lost its beaming,
All I felt was
Unextinguished,
Breathing.
A thin thread of essence,
Unraveling and weaving.
Cushions of almost kept my hope suspended
Vague, but uninterrupted.
In spite of it all,
My pulse still hums beneath grief’s pall.









Quite beautiful🤭