When I think of forgiveness,
The saying, “forgive, but never forget”
Comes to mind.
But for me,
It’s easier said than done.
When people hurt you,
It’s hard to let go,
And begin anew.
But sometimes,
That’s all you need to do.
It hits you like a tidal wave,
As if one of your blood vessels is about to pop open.
You find yourself drowning in your own pain,
Not exactly sure what to do.
You hold on to the sinking ship that is your heart,
But simultaneously realize the storm has yet to pass.
You take a few breathes,
And get ready for what is to come.
You know it’s over.
You know the battle you’ve fought so hard for has finally come to a sinking end.
Your heart skips a beat,
But only for a single moment.
As you quickly realize you haven’t drowned,
You find your spirit soaring in celebration.
The pain hurts,
But you know you’ve faced much tougher circumstances than the ones now placed before you.
And each time,
You’ve come out on top.
This time won’t be any different,
You’re sure of that.
So you get up to assess the chaos all around you,
And begin to fix the broken damage placed within the center of your wrecked ship.
And realize that while the battle may be over,
You’ve still come out on top once more.
As I watched my heart get destroyed,
I’m still here standing.
Victory is mine.
Because while you’ve broken my heart,
You can’t take away my pride.
I used to feel so sad,
Of the way I felt about you,
But not anymore.
Not anymore.
No way, no how.
Because I’m not letting you,
Keep me broken anymore.
I’m going to stand up,
And cry no more.
What tears I have left,
Hold no power over me.
Because I’ve learned to let go,
I’ve given up on you.
I’ve given up,
On what we used to be.
We used to have so much,
But all of that is gone,
Because my heart doesn’t want to be broken anymore.
So watch my back now,
That’s the last thing you’ll see of me.
I’m done with this game,
And these lies.
So ready to love someone,
Who’ll treat me better than you.
Victory is mine,
Because I won’t let you keep me broken anymore.
For the next flash fiction challenge I’ve decided to complete, I’m doing Chuck Wendig’s Inspiration of the Random Image. In this challenge, you choose a random image from here that inspires you and write about it. My piece for this one I’ve decided to call “Through a Silent River,” and it’s a poem I’ve decided to write about the image I’ve attached to this post.
Through a silent river,
There is one man traveling alone.
He has no idea where he is going,
Or no idea where he has been.
He just knows he needs to get to his next destination.
It is night time,
The stars are out, burning bright.
As he travels along the silent river,
Two birds flock to his bamboo raft.
He stares at them,
Then out at the river, marveling in all its beauty.
He lights a lantern once he notices the dark,
In the hopes of bringing to light this marvelous beauty around him.
But the more he stares out into the night,
The more transfixed he becomes at the sight surrounding him.
At the silent river he’s currently traveling,
At the trees whose depths he’s yet to explore,
And at the steep mountains whose hills he’s yet to climb.
All three are beautiful things he appreciates
As a curious traveler of the world.
And as the night gets darker,
He takes in the beautiful sights around him one last time.
At the silent river he’s currently traveling,
At the trees whose depths he’s yet to explore,
And at the steep mountains whose hills he’s yet to climb.
Crouches down and goes to sleep,
Basking in the beauty and the wonders he’s yet to explore,
And rests his travel weary eyes until the morning sun wakes him for his next journey.
So I wrote both of these poems in the middle of the night. The first one I wrote a month or so ago, the second one almost a week ago. Both of them are personal, about being in love for the first time and how hard loosing that love can be. About trying to let go and hopefully find someone who can make you feel loved the way you deserve. Both of these poems have been edited by me because I knew more words needed to be written down than what I’d had. But both of these poems go out to all of the women and men in the world who’ve had their hearts broken and are yet still committed to giving love a second chance.
Cheating
Another’s hands on my hips,
Their lips sending tingles down my spine.
Hands caressing my entire body,
Full of feeling.
Touch exchanged,
Past words left unspoken.
All past loves completely forgotten.
Living today like it’s your last tomorrow.
Forgetting the past,
Burying the present,
And living the future.
Broken love left behind,
Yet not completely forgotten.
Feeling like your cheating,
The sense of guilt overwhelming.
You want to cry,
But feel completely dead inside.
Feel as if you made a big mistake,
But know you can’t go back.
It’s too late.
So much has already changed.
But then realized,
This was all meant to be.
So you hold comfort in the solace of another’s embrace,
And let go of all you couldn’t change.
Guarded
I’m not the same with him
As I was around you.
Part of that is a broken heart,
Abused due to you.
It’s hard to trust other men
When all they’ve done is cheated and lied.
Made promises unkept,
Broken without batting a lash.
I don’t regret the way I feel.
What I regret was ever loving you.
For all the things you’d said.
For all the things you’d do.
I thought you’d felt the same,
But all you had was empty words.
Made promises you’d never planned to keep,
Made me feel as if I was everything to you.
And then you left,
No real explanation given.
Just packed up to go,
Leaving me behind, broken and confused.
Now many months have passed,
And I’ve learned my lesson.
I’ve let go, become guarded,
All thanks to you.
But I don’t know how I feel,
About the person I’ll become.
Being guarded around others,
Isn’t necessarily what I’d call fun.
It leads people down a dark path,
Down a road they sometimes can’t return from.
Believing they are safe from harm,
When in truth it does more harm than good.
It closes the door for many opportunities,
Making it hard to ever open again.
Trust is rare company,
Something never fully gained or earned.
Because of you I’ve become so guarded towards men.
I don’t know who around me I can trust.
I made a new friend a couple months ago.
He’s nice and honest and everything I thought you were
Until I saw your true reflection a couple months ago.
But I’m still as guarded as I was when you broke my heart
And still don’t know how to let it all go.
Via Chuck Wendig’s blog Terrible Minds, I’ve once again decided to do another flash fiction challenge. This time, the writing challenge is simple: the story I write must include a dragon.
So for this writing challenge, since April is National Poetry Month, I’ve decided to write a poem about dragons. Thank you for taking a look at this post and I hope you enjoy my poem!
Creatures of fire and brimstone,
Destroying the earth with their mighty talons
And breath that smells like death.
Red or blue,
Black or gold.
These creatures of various colors inspire nothing but fear.
Myths and legends,
Are told outside of campfires at night
About mysterious creatures who fly in the sky.
Protectors and defenders
Of hidden treasures
Hold secrets rarely worth keeping.
Shiny and sleek,
These creatures could very easily
Tear you apart with one mighty swipe.
With the strength of many men,
Dragons are some of the deadliest
Foes in the world.
Mysterious in their beauty,
These creatures of fire and brimstone
Eat other animals to survive.
Dragons are very dangerous,
So if you ever happen upon one,
Beware.
Beware.
Beware.
I walk alone,
To the sound of my own footsteps against the pavement.
I walk alone,
In a forest full of densely packed trees.
I walk alone,
Standing against a crowd of packed people.
I walk alone,
Even when surrounded by the people I love.
I walk alone,
To the sound of my own heartbeat.
I walk alone,
As I stand near the edge, awaiting death.
I walk alone,
As I say goodbye to my friends, leaving them trailing behind.
I walk alone,
As I leave this Earth one last time.
I walk alone,
When saying goodbye.
I am always alone,
Whenever I walk alone.
For whenever I walk alone,
I am always alone.
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