I reached out to you
In hopes to get a glimpse of the past
and how things used to be.
I closed my eyes and pretended everything
was alright while I floated in a field of contentment.
Blessed with more than I deserved,
I wished I could live there forever.
I opened my eyes as reality laughed in my face,
reminding me how cruel She could be.
Every pain, hurt, sorrow and sadness,
I had ever felt hit me all at once
stealing my breath from me, holding it for ransom
Silence never screamed so loud as
I fell to my knees and cried.
Tears formed a puddle showing me
The reflection of a broken soul.
I closed my eyes and pretended.
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Author:
teardrop (
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Well written, the poet longs for a sense of peace and happiness that feels unattainable, ultimately leading to an emotional confrontation with their own suffering.
Thank you so much for reading me, Much appreciated.
It becomes most difficult when the one you call out to for help does not respond. Living on one's laurels or in the past is not very helpful in the present and sometimes it is easier to close one's eyes and pretend than to face the sadness and pain of reality. Well written
Hi Soren, thank you so much for reading me and your thoughtful reply,
You are most welcome
My friend, this is raw and heartbreaking. The swing between refuge and reality lands hard, and that final return to pretending feels devastatingly honest. Powerful poem, teardrop! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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