Like wind you came and went
Blowing through my bones
Leaving me a frail husk
Shattering my stone.
I know I am more than this
And I want to remember a time
When I wasn't worth only your words
And could stand strong by mine.
What hurts most is that I miss you
I miss what could have been
But into the vastness I've leaped
A darkness without end.
I know healing is hardest
When you are drowned in hurt
But it does get better with time
By picking up the pieces, I've learned
You leave some pain behind.
- Author: T. Pitts ( Offline)
- Published: November 3rd, 2023 20:35
- Comment from author about the poem: Sometimes, healing is a difficult task. I'm learning to become comfortable with discomfort that I know I need, in order to grow.
- Category: Unclassified
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Godspeed
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