A poem of letting go. How does it flow, how does it make you feel? |
I am locked in a room with a view to my life the door is hammered shut by your unhappiness with nails made from my fears and guilt My emotions paint the room gray, black, or white the images of your sadness cover my eyes blocking my view… so I only see you I have the tools to remove the nails and open the door But my love and hopes for you keeps me on the inside of our misery I hear your bitter voice, and feel your neediness while you sit, do nothing, and continue your ways I am exhausted by the endlessness of your suffering I have been hearing the same sad song played in the background of my life for ten years how hard you try, do the best you can, but its all a lie The longer you bemoan your dependent life my guilty nails begin to melt away but the fear of losing you won’t let me go You lost in you what ever kept you sane the hooks of your suffering pull at my heart while I pry them from me one at a time There is this place in between us both where you continue to die and I begin to live and I forgive us both for doing what we did Copyrighted, 2016 by Iva |