I haven’t posted a while on a Thursday but here we are, making up for last weeks missed photo and poem! I’ll be back tomorrow with another poem and photo and I wish you all the best as we go into the weekend!
Also, poem and photo don’t necessarily relate. Its just that both are up close and personal.
Until I can smile again,
My words don’t fill me up.
Presenting my self in a shell that’s not my own,
Slowly degraded me inside.
Closing the door behind me, I weep as I sit in the silence of my own frustration and
tears. The shell is removed and I feel raw; unable to cope with this openness.
Letting go is the hardest thing as I learn to live again.
It’s just as difficult as opening up to someone who won’t tear down the walls in my
house.
Soon, I will be able to face the wind
and not cry at the thought of you leaving me in the rain.
Each moment I spend healing those broken walls in my heart
Sends shocks and through my brain.
Until I can smile again-
