Grief #2

Image by Kameron Kincade

Im looking for something to numb the pain

The pain of being and what was and won’t be

There’s no way to undo your life, is there?

With each loss, my spirit sinks deeper still

Layer after layer, my heart is wrapped up

In sheets of grief

Grief

I’m sad. No matter how hard I try to believe otherwise, my body has given its verdict and I will not fight it anymore.

The only way to get through grief is to live through it, right? There’s no easier way to do it. There’s no shorter route to the end of the tunnel.

It is slow and painful. But it is what it is. I will live through it.

Sometime later

I know sometime later, it will hurt less

Things will make sense, and we will move on

I know sometime later, your voice will not shake my heart

And places we visited won’t make me crave

I guess I can feel now, the loss you felt at losing your lighthouse

But I wish you could see that it wasn’t my punishment to take

I know sometime later, I will heal

I only hope you can find it in your heart to heal yourself too

Save myself

I want you out of me, all of you.

I despise your selfish touch

I despise your harsh words

You have no respect for anybody whatsoever

But you will act victim. Everytime

Maybe I deserved you

Maybe you’re my wakeup call

But one day I’ll free myself of you

One day I’ll save myself .

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Forbidden fruit

There’s something so dreamy about you. You’re my forbidden fruit.

You’re poetry and mystery. You’re an abyss I shouldn’t step into.

But you make my heart and soul ache. Only once in a while, I yearn to be set ablaze in your flame

But I’ve drowned, and roamed the thorny pathways. I yearn and then pay an aching price. So I dare not light a spark now

I’m in no Eden, but if I fall still, I’ll never recover and that’d be the end of me, my forbidden fruit.

Dark #writephoto

Once again you are ready to step into the waters. 

Do you still remember the shirlls from past? Do you remember the sensation of being choked? If you do and you still are, ha! I should commend your resolution.

There is something about the water that doesn’t scare me anymore. What would you rob off of dirt? Maybe I have fulfilled my wildest fantasies. Maybe I’m the wind that knows no home. How would you enslave the air? I could escape through the cracks and suffocate you to silence. 

The sea was quiet. The air was still. Nobody wanted to take anything off her now. 

Gracefully she approached the abyss. 

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For Sue Vincent’s Thursday #writephoto challenge.