Do you know when you've reached your breaking point?
Well I do...
I have had many moments in my years,
Moments where I thought all was falling apart,
But I sit here alone, reliving your words, like a record on repeat.
The breeze picks up and I think about how it could blow me away,
Like the granules of sand on a warm sunny day.
Then the seas roar and I think how it could wash me away,
Like the names written into the shore by surfers earlier that day.
I take a deep breath and a tear escapes,
More follow; a waterfall you may call it.
My chest starts to ache,
Because after all you made the choice..
You left me to be blown away; You left me to be washed away.
All because you needed a husband.
Did he hold you tight as you cried yourself to sleep?
No.
Did he tell you he loved you unconditionally when you pushed him away?
No
Did he deal with the agony when you talked of hurtful things?
No
Did he throw you away?
Yes
But here you are, accepting a husband, who caused you much pain,
All the pain I took in, and nurtured as my own.
Did I hold you tight as you cried yourself to sleep?
Yes
Did I tell you I loved you unconditionally when you pushed me away?
Yes
Did I deal with the agony when you talked of hurtful things?
Yes
Did I throw you away?
No
But here you are, accepting a husband, who caused you much pain,
All the pain I took in, and nurtured as my own.
Did you hold me tight when I cried myself to sleep?
No
Did you tell me you loved me unconditionally when you pushed me away?
No
Did you deal with the agony when I talked of hurtful things?
No
Did you throw me away?
Yes
And here you are, accepting a husband, who caused you much pain,
All the pain I took in, and nurtured as my own, but you tossed me out,
Like an orphan you never knew; an orphan created by you
Funny thing about my life is, no matter what I did,
Coming into this world, the world she painted for me,
was tinted grey from the start.
I choose her always,
But in the end,
She couldn't choose me
Do you know when you've reached your breaking point?
Well I do...
It's now.
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Breaking Through the Heartaches
PoetryHave you ever wanted to tell someone how you feel, but never had the guts to? I have always found that when I write a poem, I always feel better after. Yes, most are dark, but not all. My poems are an escape into this writing world where I can be f...
