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in spite of what i've done, achieved, spend time,
fought, lavished in, and cried.
i can't ever think about anything else
with you right there
with your voice lasting
never resting
i have left depending on
you and with your presence- gone
it leaves your vicious last words impending
and i find myself spending
as much time
as before
thinking about you

i've begun this new stage
the rebirth
the game of life
has switched, changed
and new thoughts and new growth
is beginning to spread
like roots from me
and
i
see
differently

but hoping for moments old
will not resurrect the past
from its sunken grave
it will not help the roots
not nurture my life
i will be brought up
among shooting star sparks
that soon rise to clean fire
simple, but dire.
my white flag has not been raised
it has taken back its place
in the back corners of my mind
and i am my self again
and anew, i leave behind
the old vines holding me
and i find
that i can survive
not without a struggle
i can survive