A poem I wrote after experiencing welcoming, healing arms after much pain. |
I Died, That's the Tale By Kristal Feltman My heart was broken, shattered, lost And then as though by force of nature You wanted to help me, no matter the cost A blessed rainstorm in the desert. All my life I've supposed The fairytale life wasn't for me I thought my heart was only purposed To bear a curse I did not need. Another man had broken my heart He shattered and ripped it to pieces I had guessed, from the start The pain I'd find from his teases. In my heart, deep inside I had hoped, desperately That somehow, maybe, if I tried That he could be kept from hurting me. But he did And I fell I died That's the tale. And as I lay there in My Torture Screaming from the pain he caused You cared enough to remove My Torture You cared enough to give me pause. It's like a story From a movie. Like a song That keeps you strong. What made you want to save me From all the hurt he caused me? What made you want to help me? What made you care about me? All my life, I've supposed The fairytale life wasn't for me I thought my heart was only purposed To bear a curse I did not need. I find it truly amazing That fate works the way it does. I find it truly amazing That in the end, this is how it goes. |