A Part of Her. Trina Hall. Treenuh Yoga. Dallas.

We held a funeral
for a piece of her
that lived
only in darkness.

Despair
was dying
her dreams lay
above clouds,
a comet
only comes once.

The ladder
goes on, and on, and on,
into infinity
with wings
I fly to you.

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