PATHS OF SEPERATION

 

Paths of Separation
In dividing circumstances, where roads fork wide,
We're forced to choose—daily, hourly, a relentless tide.
Task-enough to wear me down to brittle bones,
Grinding through separation, in mornings alone. Afternoons drag, evenings carve deep,
Leaving my heart exposed, vulnerable, weak.
My mind adrift, living solo, a single white female,
Prime prey for shadows, opportunities that steal. Frightened, frustrated, days loop in rapid spin,
Without your nearness, the cycle wears thin.
An absolute truth I bend to, sway, squash, adjust—
Whatever it takes to fuel this machine, to trust. Yet we emerge, prevailing, claiming our throne,
From the ashes of solitude, our strength is honed.