I bundle my thoughts,
Into a tight knot, deep inside,
In the unsaid, I interpret my own,
I stumble on, hurting some more.
The hurt, the pain, the wound,
Never wanting to let go,
I allow it to fester, I enjoy,
In this cowardice of gloom.
I brace myself for an onslaught,
A flurry of heated exchanges,
But what I get is a dank,
Flavor of mottled bitterness.
In the sudden nothingness,
Of our relationship,
I stand numbed,
Will this be the last turn.
I want to flail my arms,
Looking for out,
Or just the faint whisper,
Of a happy thought.
Thoughts float in like vapor,
I feel them but before,
I can reach out,
They disappear.
I see a hint,
Of an unfulfilled yearn,
A shadow in yours,
Its reflection in mine.
I search your face,
In search of some meaning,
In that dark moment, I know,
All the pain, I let it go.
A poetic catharsis of search for meaning in a relationship. Well done!
ReplyDeleteAnd what if the yearning was for something other than you?
ReplyDeleteLetting go is hard, but sometimes that is what is best
ReplyDeletelet it go, set it free.
ReplyDeleteFirst time on your blog. Beautifully written. Absolutely haunting.
ReplyDeleteVery well conjured..i see a story..and it reminds me of someone...well written..!
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