I don’t understand
why it is so hard
to let go
to move on
when the love
turned into pain
when the dream
became a nightmare.

It is like I am all tied up
inside
and can only cry
to mourn
what could have been
but wasn’t.

It is like an unacknowledged
longing
has been reawakened
inside of me
for a different way to live
full of love
full of joy
full of hope.

Instead I woke up
to see my pain
to see my blood
all over the place.

For a moment
I thought I could fly
not realizing it was
part of a storm
that would drop me
in a whirlwind
where I have been before
the deep dark hole
of desperation
with no way out
and so far removed
from everyone else
they don’t hear me cry.