The last knock was so quiet
Barely she heard the rattle
Out of curiosity she peered outside
Standing there deshevled
Was her long lost prince
Her heart broke, but not her pride
She asked him what he wanted
He asked to be let in
Tired of being used she closed the door
Feeling so awful
And dreadfully sad
She crumbled onto the floor
She was not rich or pretty
Had nothing left to give
But time and energy he always took
Away from her future
Away from her pack
From the outside toxic it looked
She had been drunk on dreams
Had eaten so much potential
But her children were starving and thin
Eventually she woke up
From the trance they called love
And decided no more would she give in
She sent him on his way
Her beautiful prince
And told him to find himself
She focused on happiness
Joy and laughter
Nevermore waiting on the shelf
Time passed as it does
Everything smooth downstream
And again she heard that knock
Not any more
She thought to herself
And ‘that’ door she did lock.
Tag: A Days Work
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I hold on to it tight
So it doesn’t fly away
The humble rumble of freedom
Destiny at play
My emotions, a chess board
A game I’m not aux fait
Fumbling clumsily
Skin turning grey
Master the game
And I master my life
Move the wrong piece
And I’ve landed in strife
Slow and steady does it
Learn to breathe deep
Silence is a game plan
Bluffing is weak
Every loss is a lesson
New opportunities come fast
Stay in the present
Let go of the past
Know my opponent
Learn how they play
No need to rush here
Nor wish my life awayMaster this game
And I’ve mastered my life
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Thank you for my book
It came at a time of need
My heart is so unsettled
I struggle to keep steed
My bones long deep
My heart in constant waves
Borderlining graceful marble
And fragile broken paves
I miss you like the sunshine
The pangs a deafening blow
Trying to be supportive
Hoping for us both to grow
I know this is the right thing
Because it feels so hard
I hope that I can grow from pain
Instead of crumbling into shards
But please know my love
This choice is for you
And by agreeing I do surrender
No contact isn’t a way I would go
For healing from the thunder
But we aren’t healing from thunder
Were healing from flood
From droughts that happened years ago
When our inner children were without
I know I shouldn’t, but I count the days
This couldn’t be a greater torture
My heart always on my sleeve
Pining for the future
The strength I hold within my heart
Of hope, of love, of us
I grit my teeth and knuckle down
And prey for time to pass
I hope you’re feeling better than me
I hope your healing well
I hope you’ve found a floating device
Thriving beyond your shell
I always want the best for you
Even, if now, I suffer
I hope we can return to love
Bring the best we have to offer
We got this my love, just hold on tight
Let’s be strong and consistent
Remember it’s only temporary
That our bodies are currently distant
Sending you strength, e del baci
What an interesting test
Hold my hand, we got this
Yours, la tua piccola lumaca. -
8 weeks I might die
This feeling of loss is unreal
Why have such a beautiful weekend
Then abandon each other to heal
8 weeks I’m pacing
I can’t even touch the ground
I’m staring at the calendar
Wishing I could rush it down
8 weeks is so long
We’ve not separated that long
Since the day we met
Our heart connection was so strong
8 weeks and I don’t know
If we’ll ever see each other again
I can’t take this withdrawal
From our Venn diagram
8 weeks and a forever
Into the abyss
What if he decides
He doesn’t want this mess
Because that is what I am
Climbing the walls
Hiding and crying
Grieving this pause
Because what if this pause
Is a break up
I’m not ready to move on
Get out and put make up
8 weeks breathe
8 weeks we can do
We can stick to the plan
And do what were supposed to. -
Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
Open the scars to see what’s inside
The gift under the skin
Hidden
Breathe in deep to air the lungs
The space to run
Have fun
Hug your body, hug it tight
Self-love, self-care
Be here
Stop and smile
Let the world wait a while
Live now. -
There was a girl with bright blue eyes
Who lived behind thick glass
Watching the world from her window
Enjoying the moments that passed
The sun shone in and warmed her core
The rain would never reach her
Protected by this transparent sheet
She was such a gentle creature
Then one day along came a boy
He reached into the glass
He took one look and held her hand
They fell in love quite fast
But the boy lived in the outside world
Not behind this pane
So each day he would return home
Leaving the girl in pain
She would sob for hours clutching her heart
Behind the glass wall that protects her
It silenced both sides very well
So sadly no one could hear her
Each day he’d come step into the glass
Share a warm embrace
Each night he’d leave end with a kiss
Delicately placed on her face
Back through the glass the boy would go
Continue on with his life
Whilst each time he left her fear would grow
Her heart riddled with strife
They started to quarrel the girl and boy
Their moments no longer gentle
Until one day they just had enough
On parting they decided to settle
Sat in her window the girl looked on
Watching the world go by
Back to his life the boy did go
Never hearing her cry -
In Ravenscourt Park there was an old man
Who lived in an alabaster cave
Each morning he’d eat Bitterness on Toast
Then for work he would leave
With his glass jar tucked under his arm
Hobbling through the streets
Waiting for the moment tension would strike
To gather his bittersweet treat
Throughout the day he’d fill his jar
Revelling in its growing weight
Daydreaming the joy of getting home
To eat his sandwich filled with hate
To sit at the table with his favourite plate
And fill his belly full of misery
Then off to bed he’d take himself
Where he would dream of history
The dreams weren’t much different
From the days that he had
Except for the ring on his finger
And the smile that greeted him at the door
But the bitterness it did linger
While he ate his sandwich filled with hate
His wife ate strawberry jam
Too sweet was the taste of her lips
It angered the little old man
Night after night he’d dream of those lips
A never ending cycle of torment
Waking up to the brim with anxiety
Ready for a day of resentment -
She looked at his shoulders
Gazed in his eyes
The glint in his stare
Caught her by surprise
She guarded the cave
Until she was sure
The little ones inside
Were to be harmed no more
She let him advance
Watching every move
Until the cubs came in sight
The claws dug a groove
An emergency evacuation?
No! Jugular on repeat
Weakening his heart
Unsteadying his feet
She left him lie by the cave
As a warning to others
Cubs will be protected
Forever by their mother
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