There is a place deep within my soul
between healing and breaking
here is where the ache waits
finding me in the quiet hours
vulnerable, my heart and I
trembling, before the mirror
watching a roll call of devastation
love lost in endless time
promises broken and tears fallen
into the deep seas of regret
the secrets still hidden
in the lingering shadows
this ache is familiar
formed from the remnants
of everything I have lost
everything I ever dared to feel
it deepens in the darkness
whispers, like a forgotten vow
but there is also a strange beauty
a dark clarity, a river of truth
running deep and cold
for my ache is my witness
in those deep chambers of my soul
that still watches, still listens
even when everything else
has fallen away into the silence
© Ann Bagnall
Annie's Poetry 