Something blue~

This is a throwback to my abandoned series. It was during an emotional transitional time in my life. I was working through dealing with past relationships, current, and future relationships. I wasn't ready to accept the love that was being presented in front of me because I wasn't able to let go of my past-- Here is a poem associated with the series:

I am the abandoned house. 

Left behind--empty, 

forgotten. Once with:

happiness, life-- memories.

Christmases, friends--loves.

Traces left; random artifacts; 

shattered glass.

Imprints on the passing people.

People find me; mementoes to figure out the past.

Walls bare, the floors

covered with dust. There used to be

something truly beautiful.

Only now a vacancy. A shell; an idea

of what I can be, could be, should be.

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Sometimes you'll make it inside. Most times the front door will say:

“NO TRESPASSING”

Get away. Will it work?

To get inside, you will have to work. You will need to find an opening,

a window perhaps. What’s the saying?

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I’m not safe, for there is a reason

someone isn’t here.  

You think you can see it—but only in your mind does it exist.  

I am left boarded up,

with greenery—growing, hiding me from the street; circling me, hugging me, comforting me. 

My only comfort are the things a part of me, the plants growing between

my siding, for they are the only living things left.

The things that won’t 
go away. The life that is still growing.