Relapse

Golden
was yesterday’s sunrise
with promises peeking through
every window
warming even my darkest corners

Deep wisdoms, soon detached
from truths past, forgotten

Your richness was thick.
So delicious.

Unwinding, undivine…
Today our tendrils collapse as they grasp
for empty meaning.
Beholding untold versions of tomorrow,
our newness now:
Forsaken.

Metamorphosis

My veins ache a deep blue of yearning for new beginnings
and the unfolding of my wings
when shedding old selves
I am learning.