I adjusted to the chill
The isolated hollow cage I trapped myself into
Expelling the frost from my breath into the air
Why was this so comfortable?
Escaping was as easy as turning a door knob
And as difficult as swallowing razor blades
These bloody fists would not loosen their grip
On something so loved, but so harmful
Logic lost every time, to a bleeding heart
Common sense makes a fool of me
And laughs, and mocks, and bullies
Stupid girl, it says
You have loved so blindly
Trusted so foolishly
Ripped pieces of yourself off and handed them over
To those who never valued the gift.
But change has come now
In an unforeseen moment
A split second of time
Where emotions have let go
Because they are ready, not forced
And that's how this learning thing works
The cool air has become uncomfortable
The tight space now suffocating
Razor blades palatable
The grip of my bruised ego
Has finally let the pieces of my brokenness fall
Leaving the ashes of your memory at my feet
I can feel the warmth of sunlight painting my flesh
This must be what healing is
Image Credit:
Richard Wiseman
(http://richardwiseman.wordpress.com)
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