What Was

Unable to move forward

The torment of second hand love

Crushing the spirit

Losing identity, losing me

The break had to be severing, complete

Distance an empowering healer not understood by all

 

The hurt experienced so far nothing in comparison

To the gut wrenching pain to come

Reliving the cruelty

Tears spontaneously fall

Sadness etched on skin

Days and then into weeks

Relief forsaken

Undeserving

Unrelenting

Infecting life with a despondency inescapable

 

At the moment of breaking

In the quiet

I reconnect and accept me

Recovery and reclaiming begins

Realising that distance was not to allow space to detach from feeling

But to embrace the pain and allow myself to grieve for what was lost

Luvbeingadyke

2 responses

  1. I can feel the pain in this piece, so very sad indeed.

  2. Thank you Dom, I’m pleased to hear the depth of emotion comes through in the piece. It’s not easy to find the right words to express the intensity of feeling.

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