Prose Poem
I have drowned myself in work — work that I love, work that makes me happy. And it is in the evening when night slithers its way in that I feel the pain of having loved so many years ago and lost. I know the heart is stronger than the credit we give it, but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t take forever to free itself from pain.
And I am tired of waking up to thoughts of you, tired of feeling your lips pressed against mine, tired of wondering what you’re doing, how you’re doing, and if I still mean anything to you. I do and don’t want to be a factor. Why is it so hard? There shouldn’t be a plethora of questions on this subject. I should have a degree in broken hearts and delayed healing —
Love’s Recovery, 101.
You have moved on. You did so effortlessly and I am still steering a wretched ship that has no sense of direction without its captain. Throw out the life rafts. Man the exit points. I was bound to hit a few rocks along the way, but I am still out to sea.
Battered and unmanned.
I stare at my phone. I want to take a chance on sending you a text message but every alarm within me is set and red flags pop up whenever my fingers go searching through my contacts. Leave well enough alone.
And I do. I settle into the nightlife, ease myself into an escape route of books and words that are not my own, and remember that spells can be broken.
I am not cursed.
I am not cursed.
Originally published via Medium.
A Cornered Gurl 
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Cheers
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This me where I live… but you knew that already. 🙂
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We live there together! Lol. You’re not alone, homie!
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trE,
In your words I hear you feeling what needs to be felt. Feel it to heal it. Sending you a hug.
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Thank you, Ali. I appreciate that. 💙
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Let me know if you ever want to write together. I would be honored to write with you. No pressure. Just an open invitation to share a space of listening inward. Take care of your heart.
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I’ll do that. Please do the same. 💙
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lovely writing!
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Thank you kindly!
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Argh. Been there, Tre. Absolutely. Full stop. Been there. It does fade over much time. I think You have MANY kindred spirits in the Slow Healer’s club. Sending You ginormous hugs and Tons of Love!!! This is penned so beautifully, by the way. ❤️❤️❤️
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*hugs*
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*big hugs*
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You can’t forget can you! Hugs and peace to you trE.
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Peace, Peter. Nope, sometimes you just can’t forget. *big hugs*
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