Today you are silent
and you don’t care.
You have changed
without changing anything about you.
You don’t want to be concerned with
should-be or could-be
as all that matters is what is.
what-is is a fact that needs no forgiveness
You beg me not drag you down
into the waters of the past, “They are ugly
they are hard, they are things that we can’t have.”
is all you say about the life we once had.
what-didn’t-come-to-be is an ocean I must swim alone,
an ocean that just grows and grows deeper and wider
cause I can’t seem to stop hoping from you.
In the forms of “Renewal and Hope”,
in the forms of “Happy Married Life Again?”,
you fill the reason as “wandering and its joys”.
So I burn up all such papers
where you won’t look me in the eye
and tell me the truth
or at least some believable lie.
I burn away this life
where you wander in every direction but mine.
Where I am not wrong for you,
you just don’t want me to be the right.
“It scares me”, you once said, “the thought of losing you.”
How well you have grown, how far you have strayed
from your words, from yourself, and from everything
that you once happily called fate.
I can feel the emotion flowing in every line! This is so beautifully written. Great post!
Thank you so much 🙂 😀
Really glad that you like my poem 🙂
It’s very relatable. There was once in my life when I had the hardest choice, between keeping the faith or letting go. I chose the latter and didn’t regret it at all. There’s always someone who’d love you more or love you the same way you feel. 🙂
I agree with you sometimes walking away is the best thing we can do for ourselves and for other, even when it kills us to take that option. Not everything can be fixed by faith sometimes. I am thankful to you that you shared your feelings about a time that was hard for you and to give me the hope that things will get better. 🙂 Thank you 🙂
Letting go is giving yourself the chance to move forward and creating a space for someone who’ll willingly take that part in your life. 🙂 One doesn’t need to force himself/herself to easily forget, healing will just come, in time.
You’ve captured exactly what happened to me. That’s the art of poetry, to capture emotional moments that you think are yours alone but shared across many others.
I am glad that you found my words relatable. Means a lot. 🙂
I agree with you, that through art we all get to know how much we have in common. That even though in our sorrow we might feel that no one can understand us, but there are many who know exactly what we feel like.
Really glad that you liked my poem dear 🙂