Situations are turned into paraboles.
Imagery, metaphors and synonyms
All make part of my tool kit.
I heal, with each line I inscribe,
Bit by bit.
Pain is life, suffering is optional.
Storytelling allows you to reframe.
Where will your suffering remain
Inside yourself or inside a paper frame
Us as an omen of love and hope.
And so much love I thought I was gifting.
Yet, I gave him the poison I had taken.
This was no Romeo and Juliet staging!
Although Death came swaying,
Usurping a relationship, that could not be reawakened.
As a result, you exiled me from your world.
A den I never really entered in or abode.
Left me, to rot out in the cold.
No looking back, you trotted with a blindfold,
Indifferent to my screeching cajoles.
I found myself on that torturous road.
Without your dog as chaperone.
Stepping in obscurity, watching time unfold,
Searching for a new place to call home.
I stumbled upon a new horizon.
A fortress that stood in front of me,
Guarded a world I was yet to see.
The door was locked but I was the key.
A new tribe awaited with glee!
Their arms wide open, like their smiles,
Assured me, I had to walk no more miles.
I finally understood what this could mean:
I found a spot for my head to lean.
You were my catalyst for change.
Like an incurable infection that stays,
In my blood forever you will remain.
You will always be the one that got away.
Asking for Forgiveness is how I pray.
Thanks for your kick, it got me expelled
It set me moving, it drove me to hell.
I hit the bottom, I found myself
Thanks to this ride, that rejection propelled.
This tragedy has spurred my own reinvention.
As quick as you came, you left with apprehension.
Little do you know, you have caused a revolution inside my world.
I thank you for the pain that buried me whole.
I purged the filth, I cleansed my soul.
ps: I know I will never see you again.
Wishing you well… this is the end