Caught in the between.
Heart still broken but beating.
The sun rises. The sun sets.
The painful fog is so thick. It chokes me.
Chards of glass fill my chest.
I scream why...whyyyy....whyyyyyy
All who are me scream so loud in my head.
Tell these monsters to leave me alone.
Tell the monsters they cannot have me.
What's left to crush?
All is given. All was taken. All was stolen.
Can a pile of ash still breathe.
Hi Geeky Gramma, what a hauntingly beautiful poem. :applause:
Your words strike through me. They are visceral, ringing out, echoing.
I hope those monsters are leaving you alone now. I hope you are OK.
:hug:
Sometimes I wonder how any of this pain could find adequate expression. There are no words, it's all so beyond comprehension.
Ah, but I've now found these lines of yours, GeekyGramma, that do say what it feels like. They have indeed stirred my heart. Like stirring the ashes, I suppose; and if that can happen, perhaps there will be a tiny spark that can somehow reignite.
Thank you :hug:
I know how hard it was and is ... my hope is for you to release those monsters from ever touching your life again, and that you'll feel safer, and find that phoenix ... and/or it will find you.