I hurt in a way one can,
When grief and sorrow combine.
A mistake was made,
And now I'm left with a fractured line.
A deep wound was opened,
And now many are feeling the burn.
No stitches, nor bandaids can fix,
The bleeding of this lesson learned.
Forgiving is hard,
So ponder and think and take it in.
Forgive yourself,
When the time comes within.
A memory forever engrained,
And bonds shattered beyond repair.
Never forget, forever learned,
Yet I want to runaway with the hares.
Momentarily forgotten,
The salty burn flares up the raw skin.
It won't be gone for awhile,
And my mind stuck on what has been.
I'll take my share of the blame,
For my part in the portion of pain I caused.
I'm not sure how to proceed now,
Life must go on, it cannot stop or be paused.
The guilt is heavy in my heart,
The sorrow a blanket covering my soul.
I feel blue like the night,
And an endless black like a piece of coal.
I hurt in a way one can;
Everything is cold and covered in frost.
A mistake was made,
And now I'm so confused and lost.
YOU ARE READING
Windblown
Poetry"Where the birds take flight, and freedom sings..." 🌸 Thank you to @Letterbyowl for the lovely cover!
