Northern_Lights_2016

48 Start Anew Holly Holborn The loss of Little pieces Find me . . . With only a part of a heart That was whole. Shrug off the sacrifice And say it’s selflessness, Later to realize That the Warmth Was just the numbness Of intense Cold— Created by the senselessness Of repeat offenses. The real crime is The lack of value Placed upon Myself. I’m cheating myself Out of the wondrous Selfishness. Without this attention to details . . . To the Minute, minuscule, marvelous, morsels Of the mind: Little Pieces Get left behind. Like a trail of breadcrumbs Leading to my demise. For after a trek as far and as long As Mine, There’s eventually Nothing left to leave. No clues No trails No sense of self. So I’m trapped in this crumb-ie crisis, With only a part of a heart that was whole. I shall continue on with my journey, Refraining from leaving A trail Detailing where I’ve been spinning. I shall collect myself and proceed to Retrace my steps Only by means of Memories. Leaving footprints On my mission, I rebuild my Partial Heart, Piece by Little piece. Now . . . I can start anew. Quiet! Everything is so still. I can hear my heart racing And I see Nothing. Everything is quite all right Here. Now, please just quit talking Because I can’t beat this feeling Down. Up my spirits fly. I just can’t quit grinning. I know happiness sounds Dumb. I’m intelligent enough to be content with the world. The trees whisper with their leaves. Leaving me to my thoughts. I welcome the cold With a small shiver. I tell him, “You make me feel just right.” The stars wink at me, Promising me they will see me tomorrow. I love this feeling of feeling at home In a place where nothing’s familiar. I sit by myself, And talk to myself, Wanting the world to swallow me whole. A smile never fails to overtake my lips As I shut my rambling mouth. Shut My Rambling Mouth Holly Holborn