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: Decisions
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There was a little snail sitting on a hill
Gazing at the world below her
Such gratitude she felt
At the beauty she could see
She thought nothing could take her off kilter
Until across the shore she saw
Another snail on fire
She panicked and thought to help him
Til she noticed the matches he had in his hand
So stopped did her panic within
How beautifully bright he burned
With all of his despair
His light rivalled the sun
Charred to a crisp
His yelling turned to a whisper
That snail was cooked well done. -
What if, they don’t wait for an email
Just book a flight
On the 15th of December
No second guessing
Let their eyes meet
8 weeks they’d always remember
A long awaited cuddle
Hold each other close
Share what they have learned
Be guided by their hearts
To make gentle plans
Voice what their hearts do yearn
What if, they do something radical
Throw old plans away
Make a fresh, exciting pathway
Know they have each other
Hold hands forever
And begin their together journey
What if, just what if, they believe
That everything will be ok
And everything will work out…
What if… -
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. -
Looking into each other’s eyes they arrive
At the station where most journeys begin
Little does he know this is her final stop
Her wings crisp as she sheds her skin
A big breath and out stretch her wings
Magnificently filling the sky
Eclipsing the moon as she howls into the night
She curls back in his arms and closes her eyes
Slowly her heart beats, fingertips caressing his face
Capturing this moment as she breathes in their last embrace
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