My sun fractures-
the molten core
mainlines hope and
dances in the grey.
We are the net sum of our misinterpretations,
and the opposition of energies.
I am alienated in your path.
What we allow is who we are,
and feelings fade,
so there's nothing to forgive.
The heart writes checks,
and invests in letting go.
Reality
just needs a little unraveling-
there's beauty in the aftermath.
Poetry is property of Sunravelme
