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Message to Readers

This is part 4 of the 'Following You' series I'm writing.
Other works include:
- Writer's Block
- The Greenfly
- Blue Words
Feel free to check it out if you haven't already (don't worry there's no continuity).


September 1, 2018


Tales of glory, tales of magic,
Tales of the unimaginable,
And tales of the imagined
That have been told to death.
I read these tales,
And yet,
I do not write tales of magic
Or the unimaginable
Or the future.
I write with something else.
Something raw.
A clawed hand grips my heart
Through my ribcage
As I write in blood,
My fountain pen
Leaking red with words
Of loss;
Of longing;
Of missing;
Of something unimaginable.
But the thing about
My type of unimaginable
Is that some people
Can imagine it.
They can imagine it
Because they’ve experienced it.
This type of loss
This type of pain
This type of longing
For something that never comes.
I do not write
For people to laugh
Or for people to smile.
I write for people
Who have lived through
The unimaginable
To continue.
To know
That they were never alone.
    "If one dream should fall apart and break into a thousand pieces, never be afraid to pick one of those pieces up and begin again"
– Flavia Weedn 
This piece is dedicated to RavensInkWrites. I love their pieces, and you should definitely check them out and give them a follow!


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  • Plausible.Poems

    So Good!

    about 1 year ago
  • Araw

    Glad to see you're keeping up this series!

    about 1 year ago