
I’ll get over it
You not loving me
I’ll get over it
Knowing I’m alone
Hard as I may feel it will be to ever go through
This wall of pain
Wall of flames and not be burned to ash
Well maybe I will burn
Baby
I know now that I can be stronger (sometimes)
I know now that I can rise above
But I also know
Sweet darling
I’m not bullet proof
When you blew me off
Blew me away
I feared that I no longer existed
Was just a thousand fragments
Whirling through space
And yet
There I was still
Alive in the hurting
Holding the absence
While hollow at the centre
No?
Soon the empty became full
A pool of tears
Scattered fragments coalesced
And I reformed
So maybe one day
I will be able to say
I got through it!
Oh this feeling and emotion….nature has been my teacher..my letting go..my support and my son in heaven has changed all perspective for this pain into the greatest gain of being..in the NOW I have room to live again.
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Hi Deb. I found some old blog posts in my email, this poem, it spoke to me, it is so beautiful, xoxo
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Thank you am so so low right now. ðŸ˜
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