Gone

How do you pick up the threads of an old life, when in your heart you begin to understand there is no going back.

To become numb.

Lose taste, lose sight, lose touch,

Lose everything that you thought was important.

To never return to where you started,

To find that you are there, though things changed,

Things gone.

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Like vapour to a blowing wind.

Memories, thoughts, and people, different,

No fear, but calm.

Silence fills every corner of your heart,

Your body's full beat of life steady,

Mind at ease with troubles,

Peace.

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Yet, the peace is foul,

Ruined by false life.

The mind clings to the past, to return,

but the soul has moved on.

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Home is not the same,

To realise that nothing has changed,

but the one that matters most to you.

Life continues.

Though the spirit,

Gone

-Inspired by Lord of the Rings ROTK