That Remains

In response to ElzuWolfe’s series "Blue Sky Drowning":


it’s just the surface that remains
scratched and scarred
while the center has traveled away into something.
    I’ve been left over
to carry on
to gather up the weight of my remembrances
to slide into home base with
blood on my skin.

Remember me, if you are
        if you can.
While I attempt the unattemptable
and hope that in trying
the impossible will speak to me
    will send me home
    will make me whole again.

The End

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