Writing this poem started off with me writing down the heartbreak of an unfortunate event the night prior. Wanting to connect with the person I have deeply fell in love with many times, over the last several years. You know how the notion goes, “If you can’t love me at my worst, you don’t deserve me at my best.”
I’ve also come to the realization that even those that seem to be able to handle us at our “worst”, don’t always accept us when we’re feeling “negative” emotions.
Most of us believe it to be the sad emotions, resulting from pain. Not always the strong “negative” emotions, such as anger, jealousy, etc.
It’s all the same pain.
Expressing itself in a variety of ways.
That’s not to say it’s okay to express yourself in certain ways, attacking another person during an emotional storm.
Emotional, physical, and verbal attacks are not okay.
Doesn’t matter how often, or how painful another hurt us. We are responsible for our own growth and integrity.
It’s important to recognize that within ourselves.
HOW we approach and express ANY emotion, “negative” or “positive”.
Anyways, as I’m writing (in my feelings), my own drive to “keep swimming” in bettering myself, and my future felt as if it had diminished. I thought I had lost my soul/spirit, whatever you want to call it, all over again.
As I kept writing, I realized that’s not the case. I had let my unconditional love for this person briefly corrupt my personal boundaries (unintentional on both of our parts), in protecting myself.
I never truly lost myself. Not forever, at least.
Here’s a reminder to whoever needs to hear this, and to myself, emotional storms don’t last forever. It all depends on how we prepare for it. Just like any other weather, or solar storm.
We prepare for what we can expect, and plan for a safety net.
With much love and respect, ENJOY! ❤
Which is worse? A broken heart, or a broken flame? Both feel the same. Individualized placements: heart, soul, mind, whatever one may define.
Killing the flame. The drive. . .
Compromise.
That’s what they say. It’s all the same.
Somehow, I keep compromising myself. Crying tears of pure pain throughout.
Giving a sliver of my trust, my self, my time.
Its fine. I got this. We got this. We can do this. Better than before. Stronger than before.
Our love for one another seems pure. Maybe it’s too sheer. . .
Stop.
Think.
Contemplate.
Wait… it’s too late.
.
.
.
.
I’ve met my fate. . .
Losing my escape. Who brought that tape? Binding silence. . .
There’s a gate. I can’t escape.
But wait.
This isn’t my final fate. It all resonates.
Excuse me while I procrastinate. There’s no escape from that fate. I’ve got to wait. She’s coming… I’m coming.
Hold on tight. The tide is rising…
It’s a wild ride, rising to the fate of fortune.
Resonating with the past, I take a different path.
. . .
Growth.
Peace.
Serenity.
This is my destiny. It’s all within me.
. . .
Strength.
Love.
Peace.
We’re about to meet. ❤
