Sometimes one must part with beloved things to make room for future blessings

It is hard without a doubt to perceive this in the moment

Just like it takes time to become acclimated to new things

It also takes time to grieve when said, “new things” depart

I am making room in my heart by discarding the last remnants of you

It is not an easy thing to do

 

You knew the wounded animal you were dealing with

You pretended to understand

To fulfill your own purpose

You took my hand

I trusted you, though apprehensively

I wanted it to be true

So I brought down the walls, for you

With my hands open wide

Now the scourge is flooding through

I regret opening up

Letting my weaknesses be known

Just to be destroyed and overthrown

Letting things be what they will be, naturally

No more causing any havoc, only peace

My soul needs healing

My heart feels like it is dying

Is this the road less traveled?

This path is painful and trying

 

As was to be expected

Things reached a feverish pitch

…and then that was it

The boiling point was reached and burned us a bit

Until we were truly over it

No holding on anymore

We have exhausted our limit

Our expiration seemed due but I did not see it

Now that the fog is clearing in the bleak landscape of my mind

I see purpose emerging

Thoughts become clear and more defined

As unfair as this may seem

I must this once think logically

As ridiculous as I may be upon occasion

I have never lacked the sense to be self aware

Yet to forge the path to get there..

There is such fear in me to see the reality

The difficulty would be in first looking in the mirror to face… me