let me go ~
i always belonged in my own pack,
a shadow of solidarity…
:: still solivagant ::
the light of truth, my alpha…
guides my conscience down pathways of endless forests.
~ from within:
these continuous lines, rhythmically finds,
and traces along electrical molecules,
begins to spin webs from my heart to mind…
mind to heart, back again.
not from without :
((( you never understood, you never wanted to. )))
darknesses’ symphony:
the crystal moon’s glow;
relieves my forlorn days, from the constant chatter of magpies —
whilst disrupting my serene reveries.
their voices…echoes the past,
i’m repeatedly reminded of.
these razor’d icicles, block my way,
while slicing into weary psyché…
(tearing off my scabs) ~
: you always did enjoy watching me bleed. :
my found truths…
none can take them away, they’re rightfully earned.
// you don’t like me now, what i am, what i become(?) —
yet, you made me who i am //
~ and, it’s far too late…
too late for me…to turn back around.
*
© 2026








sumptuous. solivagant is such a mesmeric word. you wear confessions like a kite skating on ice.
many thanks for visiting and your gracious words. they’re appreciated!
~ chantepleure
Powerfully penned, C. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
thank you, for once again visiting and gracing me with your kindness and supportive words!
~ chantepleure
A heartfelt, beautifully written poem. Well done, chantepleure!
thank you, M.E., your visit and kind words are most appreciated! ~ chantepleure
This gives me shivers down my spine.
So good, I want more.
Very inspiring and intriguing. x
thank you, so much, Rosie C for taking time out
to read and your gracious words, your visit is much appreciated. ~ x