Between The Lines

I hid between the space of
dream and reality
like an echo nearing its end

I looked over heartache
hanging crooked
like a crescent moon
longing for finality

Drenched in the regret of becoming whole
now armies gather in my hull
bringing doubt

I see and can’t undue what’s seen
wide expanses of disillusionment
How many times must I end?

The foundation of spirit crushed
and gravity is the weight of ego
pulling between my heart and tongue

If I let go I may never see again
the girl you so perfectly drew
and loved between the lines

Or feel in places I have never felt
That alternate reality which houses
every bit of my soul

ยฉ Delia Ross. 2020

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