Lost in time, regrets and tears
The distance between us viscous, overflowing
Not of gentleness but recrimination, regrets
Reaching the place where finding you
Is finding me and the vanished spaces
Dragging along the baggage you left
Emptying spaces full of touchstones
Only to find myself unable to let go
Gathering it all into hope chests
Lovingly polishing to a sheen, memories
Saving the lies as if they were worthy
Of me, of the time given of my tears
Creating excuses for your cruelty
Excusing my acceptance of thoughtlessness
Finally knowing there is a truth you told
“I do not deserve you, you are better”
“You are not good enough for me, I am too good”
Still, I love you as I turn away maybe one last time
27-Jan-2020
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Very nice, Val. Have you found writing is both cathartic and therapeutic?
Thank you, Alejandro. My journals have always been so. The coming back to my blog was the difficult part, but now it is better and yes cathartic. It was time.
One of your best, Val! It seems to reflect a strength as you lament the loss. Interesting spacing.
Thank you so much.
Turning away when your heart says differently than your mind… so difficult… you capture that moment well xx
Thank you my friend, I hope the small steps get me there.
Strong words from deep within the soul. My memories are going back to something, so I imagine these are been festering for some time.
Yes, Frank. These are old wounds. But as I start to write again one of my agreements is to allow myself the freedom of expression in each of my forums and to explore them more fully.
Good for you!
Beautiful poignant words Val… Love is often twisted with thorns my friend.. You I know have had your share of them…
I send you nothing but sweet scented flowers, as you learn to love deeper as you unfurl those tightly held petals around your heart yet still to bloom.. 🌹💛
Much love
Thank you Sue. These are just the spilling of emotional flotsam. Suspect there comes a time when it overflows. Maybe now is that time ❤
I always love your poetry Val… and its needed.. I can only express my heart in poetry form… We can say many things we may not always reveal to others or ourselves in poetry.. And its a letting go a release..
And even if no one ever gets to read them..By the very fact we created them, we have allowed our hearts to express those inner wounds sometimes there are not enough words to describe..
So write away dear Val… ❤