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Confronted fears

My first attempt at a villanelle

By Emma MarkPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
Confronted fears
Photo by 🇸🇮 Janko Ferlič on Unsplash

It was the morning that you left me

Abandoned, alone, for dead

That I realized I didn’t need you.

I said it abandoned, I said it alone

I thought it inside my head

It was the morning that you left me.

The light no longer shone

Because of the words that you’d said-

That I realized I didn’t need you.

The actions I’d thought you’d own

Returned pulsing through my head

It was the morning that you left me.

Clarity came with a groan

A gasp as I lay there and bled

That I realized I didn’t need you.

And now I enter into the unknown

Without a single ounce of dread

It was the morning that you left me

That I realized I didn’t need you.

First Draftheartbreakinspirationalsad poetryVillanelleStream of Consciousness

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Emma Mark

Home for the thoughts I’m too afraid to voice out loud. Maybe someday I won’t be…

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