Rear View

by Kate   Sep 22, 2023

The horizon ahead is painted with gold.
Waves of fuchsia and lilac meet,
Cascading into soft cerulean and seafoam.
It is a mesmerizing beauty to behold.
Yet… I still glance at the rear view.
The edges vibrant with color and warmth,
The rest stained with darkened rainclouds.
Why do my lungs fill with crushing guilt
As I leave what’s left behind?
I loved the rain; hell, I still do.
But the setting sun against my skin
Has awoken a gentle and timid beast.
Do I give myself permission to love again?
Is it my permission to give?


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  • 5 months ago

    by Mahal Ko Kuya Ko

    This is so beautiful! There is always something haubting with everything that we left behind. Sometimes we can't help but look back. In love with this piece! Added to favorites.

    --- MKKK

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