Origami wren

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Whispering secrets as gentle as a zephyr
Shaking leaves of the weeping willow echo
Each word, each emotion in equal measure

Reading old letters, faded and yellow
Our love affair dead, bleeding out through his pen
His lies, my offering, wing o’er the meadow

Paper drifts on the breeze, origami wren
Folded and creased, sharp angles and dire edges
Razor-honed phrases, punish and cut me again

Sweet nothings we shared, solemn holy pledges
I lost faith in us, the could-bes and what-ifs
Promises hollow, half-truths your messages

These tattered scraps, torn from my heart, lasting gifts

This week’s Studio30 Plus theme is “weeping willow,” and/or “inspiring personality.”

The 100 Word Challenge  is to tell a story in only 100 words. This week’s theme is ‘Shake’

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  1. I always wonder why we (I) hang on to those old paper memories, and moreover, why I choose to relive them by reading them again and again. Maybe it’s to remind myself to never be hurt like that again. It’s a lesson I can’t afford to forget. Tara, you’ve capture the pain, and the necessity-the gift they hold.

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  2. here in my 43rd year, I know that losing someone you loved before you were ready to let go…even decades later, can still hurt, can still make you look at yourself differently and can “punish and cut”.

    I wish that What ifs didn’t haunt our lives like they sometimes do.
    this was GORGEOUS.

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