volume 2: reverie i and ii

 dreams wrap around me, soft and heavy,

willful escape.

present—just a shadow,

strife clings like cobwebs,

evertangling and tangling.

memories—sweet, serene,

perfect ideals,

where laughter echoes,

where she still smiles.

where sorrow reverie—my retreat,

echoes of moments,

softly, discreetly,

can’t tread here.

paint over heartache,

brush strokes of dreams,

im poised to rewrite,

to re-live every laugh,

tear every tear.

in this realm of reverie—

i am yearning to stay,

dancing with ghosts,

never let come what may.

i have already re-wrote

to relive it all

sweet reverie,

my release,

never will I leave

that one time,

that one moment,

of infinite peace.

written by Zoe

volume 2: preface (reprise)

 and yet, it spins

back to the beginning, the

cycle spins,

to hospital rooms and

fragmented thoughts

tried understanding lies

under this, i believe,

on echoes reflecting on

tired eyes.

written by Zoe

volume 2: final goodbye ii (alternate version)

  I know that you will enjoy your limited time spent

Until you get the dreaded call 

I feel I’ll try to run away from the inevitable

Should I try to stop?

I know that you will leave only to return in tears

To tell me I should say my final goodbye 

I feel that you’re trying to distract yourself

From the call that will change everything

I know I’m dreading saying goodbye 

So I shall hold on to the memories I have left

For I am almost alone again.

written by Zoe

volume 2: final goodbye i

 "Say goodbye," the words, the infinite chime,

reverberate, a haunting rhyme.

i flee the sterile room, a sterile space,

where hope, a flicker, leaves no trace.

written by Zoe

conclusion (escaped)

 dear Reader—

I dance on the frail precipice of relief,

believing I've left the blank space behind.

my celebration spills forth in exuberance,

family eyes me with concern,

as if they see the truth i deny!

the “space” is but an illusion,

a fleeting dream in the night,

as the cycle begins infinitely anew!

written by Zoe

volume 1: anticipation (december 30th)

 a whisper of hope flutters in the rising dawn,

like a fragile bird taking flight.

“she’s better! she’s better!”

and I cling to the promise,

letting it carry me away.
they say,

yet beneath the surface,

doubt coils like serpentine,

waiting for the moment to sink its teeth,

as anticipation teeters on the edge,

swaying between joy and despair.

written by Zoe

volume 1: downsides / of winter

 jealousy simmers beneath my fragmented

surface,

watching friends revel in warmth and love.

i refuse to cross the grand white doors,

to witness her fragile form,

too caught in the denial ouroboros,

as winter's dealt hand chokes me tight.

written by Zoe