I hope this poem
finds you well
but catches you off guard.
You thought I had forgotten
the pressure of living under your thumb
jumping at shadows.
I hope this poem
finds you well
but reminds you I left.
You thought I was running from myself
all my perceived sins
but I was running from you.
I hope this poem
finds you well
but I’m petty enough
that I hope it stings to see me
living for the first time.
I hope this poem finds you.
About the Poet:
Aurora Bishop is a poet and visual artist based out of Cincinnati, Ohio.
Ephemeral Elegies 
Love this.
Gwen.
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Great work!
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Thanks -very much- for stopping by my place, even though it is so far from being properly released into the wild!
This is a great piece you’ve shared. I really like the repetition, yes with those volta-like ‘buts’, with the devastating isolation at the end …
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