The Ending

by Maple Tree   Feb 22, 2023

I’m completely overcome with elderly wind chimes.

As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves from a dying tree,

Flipping pages from a 1970’s newspaper,

Overcome with fear, for my birth announcement has abandoned
Yellowing pages of ink,

I’m not accustomed to finding truths
About my inner soul,

But here I am searching-

Writing again about thoughts

As if it will make me younger again,

But as I stumble to create something worthy

Of reading,

I know in my heart,

I won’t be writing for long;

And I’m at peace with that-

I just wonder if I’ve said all I needed to say…..


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  • 1 year ago

    by Koan

    This is outstanding poetry!!! Your closing stanza touched me deeply..
    You should never stop writing my friend! You need to share this beauty with the world...

  • 1 year ago

    by Star

    Who said writing doesnt make you any younger? It makes you anything you want!

    You’re just a little rusty :p it still great though you still got it!!!

  • 1 year ago

    by Linda

    Andrea :) Beautiful words. I was reading through your poems a few days ago. Always artistically wise and visionary <3 Be blessed

  • 1 year ago

    by Tara-Kay

    Andrea, how I've missed your words. This is dripping with such sadness, and I hope all is well for you. There is so much you have to say, I know, your words are always so relatable and I can feel your soul in these. Love, x

  • 1 year ago

    by Everlasting

    It’s nice to see you back and writing. Welcome back.

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