
You came speaking words of love
Laying claim to my heart
And when you left
It was stolen
And I fell to pieces
With the lance of the pain
Of a hole in my chest
Curiously filled with your poison barbs
That hurt and stung me
Until cancer came and then the burning
After those other terrible tragedies
I had to witness alone
And bear in silence
There were no words
So I had to find them
By digging so deep down inside the wound
You left me with
And so over time
I lay these seeds of poetry
Like a trail of crumbs
Left by a broken heart
Trying to find its way
Back home
This is so beautiful Deborah, yet so poignant. I feel the sadness and the trauma in it, and of course, relate to the cancer bit. I relate to ALL of this poem. It is lovely.
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I, too, feel the sadness / pain in your words.
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Thank you so much its coming up to the anniversary of that separation and much as I have moved on echoes and imprints still.linger around.
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I can imagine. Things like that never really leave us. Sending much love to you and hugs xo
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β€ Bless you.
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My heart aches with this and it is beautiful β€ β€
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Thank you that was my real experience in a painful relationship. Your comment means alot. π
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