I looked at it like it was the end. My future which was firmly in my grasp just moments before slipped right out of my hands and walked away. I stayed rooted to my spot Thinking what can i say to change it, what can I do that it stops so that I can run to it or IT returns to me.
The sky opened up, Roared and cried with me but I.... I didn't do anything. Letting go is the adult thing, right? So, I took the Fall as gracefully as I could. I was still shocked at the sight lead out before me feeding into nothingness.
When I felt didn't matter anymore, what I wanted was out of the equation because it didn't want me. I did wonder whether I will look back at it with guilt or regret.
A moment of stillness in the pouring rain while I stuttered a good bye for my own ears, for my own heart, for my own closure and turned my back on something that turned its back on me.
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The Blooms Of My Garden
Poesía'The Blooms Of My Garden' is divided into 6 parts. Every part deals with one theme and various emotions that are associated with it and how the poet deals with it. 1. Love 2. Lust 3. Heartbreak and Closure 4. Self-doubt and self-love, healing and b...
