Fade away

Grace realized 
has left, become dust 
as I fall, unaccustomed to the imbalance of soul 
Where I perch precariously 
on the twig, snaps silently 
and I cannot fly 
I understand that loss 
Is threaded through my heart 
And each beat 
murmurs, Remembering 
What I want to forget 
And my blood is pain 

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