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Afterimage

Poem

Photo by Irene Giunta on Unsplash

You left an indelible mark on me,
split me in two,
and I thought
I had to choose between them,
but love is not suffering
nor is it permission to turn away
from yourself.

After some years,
I understood my part
in this daring revelation,
exposing myself to the truth
that lies within me,
the necessary collection
of self-inflicted lessons
made of light and dark.

Your afterimage remains,
a soft reminder of the inevitability
of my repair, from even unseen tears,
by the grace of the journey.

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Tanya Buchko Green

Tanya Buchko Green

musician, myofascial therapist, on my next adventure, writing to evolve, explore, unpack, connect & admire the mystery

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