Today I’m going in for a root canal, after a rough week both personally and professionally. So…while I’m ‘enjoying’ all of my experiences, please enjoy this.
Let it seep beneath your clothes, let it draw out memories, a needle to the dark blood, and wash you clean again. Let it remind you that you are still here. A breath at a time. Through all the pain, the rough days, the personal and professional losses and gains. You’re still here.
So this isn’t a poem for the broken hearted it is not for those who were left behind or ghosted or dumped or abused or disregarded This is a poem for those who watched as another soul walked away or preferred their silence to truth or was released from another person’s life faced pain at their hands or were simply ignored into nothingness… You are the warriors of time you, who have felt the sting of heartbreak and disappointments revealed as new skin while hope lay, a the shed skeleton in the dirt you are the carriers of grief and the bodies made of scars and you have lived through every burning cut and every lonely night This is not for the soul they thought they broke, this is for the you that survived I will not preach from some high tower that you are stronger for it that you are braver because of it that you are a better person a heart bigger, with cracks to let the light in But I will tell you what I know You survived. You packed up your heart and your mind and you moved on You accepted their silence you treated your wounds and closed the door you started paying attention to yourself when they no longer did and that carries weight self determination and the ability to move past the fickle and soft-seated lies, of a love always perched to flee the very second things got hard Your feet remain grounded and you endured You heart is a seasoned warrior and it may never let another in but it doesn’t need to... It might not even have the space because in their absence beyond the echoes of their abuse the pain of their mistreatment, you’ve filled your heart, with the unfaltering love of yourself they can’t ever move back in there isn’t room any more.