How heavy is a heartbreak?
Is the burden immense in degree?
The air I breathe is so constricted.
My heart feels suppressed,
Not by my own free will.
This all commenced the day,
You walked out of my life.
My colorless days,
Conjoin my sleepless nights.
A damp pillow tells a somber story,
Of a heart that aches,
And a soul that weeps...
Out of left field, nowhere to turn,
You left me like a sleuth.
But my judgement was clouded,
As grey skies hang overhead
- my head.
Time my only confidant,
I trust to take things in stride.
May this pain devalue,
With each passing day.
May I grow and learn;
Walk a road of no return.
Acknowledge what stands before me,
Accept what cannot be reversed.
I will press on.
Such an extraordinary contrast,
Of someone walking into your life.
To someone walking out...
The chronicles continue.
(c) Monica St Hillaire, 2020.
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Hey, Monica, I think you nailed this. Each passing day we do learn but the first cut is the deepest. I believe someone has already said that 😉
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Hey, Monica, I think you nailed this. Each passing day we do learn but the first cut is the deepest. I believe someone has already said that 😉
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So true… we can’t force pain to go away. Only with time the pain fades…
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