
Biding my time
Standing in the shadows of this life
I wait for a word from you
With a hunger that stems from years ago
I am growing rake thin
With the wanting
With this longing
With the waiting
Who knows
If I am real for you
Who knows if
I am meant to even try
Any more
To build some kind of relationship
When all there is left is
A vacancy
There are so many silences between us
And in the gaps between
Pain and hurt and disappointment
That have lost their voice
Scream silently
As inside my chest
I feel sandpaper being rubbed across my heart
You say you have no hunger
For food anymore
I sense the hunger for life
That burned in you like a fire
Was so long ago doused
With the ice cold water
Of other’s invalidation
And you succumbed to the introjects
They forced you to swallow
So much that in time you lost the fight
And collapsed under the weight of unresolved longing
So now if I wait for you
Isn’t my waiting all in vain?
I am grieving here
But so are you
Grief growing larger with each silence
My love for you will never end
Because as your sister
I always loved and longed for you
But for some strange reasons
Our souls could rarely touch
So now, if I feel
Beneath the surface
All the pain unspoken
Please dont blame me
If I take my leave
For I can no longer stay
Tethered to this empty hurting place
Longing for presence to appear
Out of emptiness
This emptiness is what I must embrace
And work to fill
Inside my soul
For who amongst us
Can bear so long
This pain
Of waiting and wanting
And wishing and longing
All in vain
Sounds sad but beautiful
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Sounds sad but beautiful at the same time
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Thank you…. It is filled with sadness ❤
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You most welcome. I loved it
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
I am thankful to Kelly for liking this post I wrote in January just before my sister’s second last hospitialisation. After Mum died she did not call me one single day. It speaks of the pain I held in my heart. I still give love to my sis, I am beginning to realise now that her depression makes it impossible for her to give it back (maybe because she struggles to give it to herself) or maybe I am asking too much I just don’t know!
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