Icy sweat drips from my brow,
an ice queens teardrop
mixing with the rivers of hurt
that flow beneath.
How
was I ever going to rise again?
I buried myself
so many miles under the ground
the day you skipped town.
Memories seared into my skin,
tattoos of when things
didn't feel so strained.
When the storm clouds
above didn't rain.
When love wasn’t just a word
said to fill the empty space left
upon the unfulfilled page.
When love was
a memory of brighter days,
when love lifted me
into the daffodil sunlight rays
to feel the soft touch of their petals
against my heart.
The day you left my heart
empty and bereft
you also took any hope
I had stored in the cavern in my chest
and set it alight,
a raging fire of who I was,
embers of me
drifted away that night.
The knot in my stomach
rose to my throat.
Choking my voice, cutting the air.
And I didn't care.
I didn't feel I had
anything left for anyone to hear.
I was a faded dream
that was already frozen and stale,
I had nothing but a desire to fail.
Icy sweat drips from my brow.
Years later now
and I look out at the crowd.
I hear my voice, loud and proud.
I hear my words saying how
I feel like a flower
reborn in a new spring.
The pain of that day
was replaced by the love
that I was always missing.
The love you never gave,
and I realised that
I didn't miss a thing.
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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