It’s been thirteen years,
It was a year that
I realized my fears
A year that I thought
I may drown in my own tears
The memory of it
On my heart
burned so deep
I felt abandoned
As the pain slowly erases
I analyze your many faces
For warning signs
Any remaining traces
I thought we were unstoppable
The kind of love that people talked about
The kind that would weather time
A rhyme of sweet perfection
We were them,
The couple that everyone wanted to be
Until we weren’t
Until you decided
To stop my breath
Until you left my heart in a perpetual state of arrhythmia
My beat was lost with out your own
Everything happens for a reason
Everything in its season
But it felt like treason
I was filled with so much hope
And then I was strangled
And it was you that held the rope
The days that are filled with anger
I look at you like a stranger
That I don’t know
Like a person on death row
With no where left to go
So this is not a sweet anniversary poem
But it’s real
As I heal
The time apart we did defeat
The fears I will make retreat
I try not to remember
But I am seared
Our love no longer to be revered
But it’s real
My heart now plated with steel
Copy Right Jennifer David 2016
Well it’s certainly been a long while since I’ve posted on my blog. It was a rough year in the love department so much of my inspiration was lost….This poem may be rusty in flow but I’m sure it will return a little more smoothly with time! I hope you all are well! Jennifer
Welcome back Sofa Mrs! Lovely to see a familiar face suddenly pop up in my notifications-back from our formative blogging days 🙂 Hope you are well.
I am! And thank you. How are things with you?
I am great, thanks. Three years down the line I’m thinking I’m getting the hang of things now on here 🙂 You are like a long lost friend who has just turned up and asked for a brew 🙂 Sorry but we’re out of coffee.
LOL it’s all good, it’s too hot for a coffee and I’d prefer a beer anyway!
Yes, it does take time to get into the swing of things. I miss it. I need to get back to writing more!
Not so hot here-just the usual, rainy England. Did you take a break from blogging then?
It’s good to see you are back. The poem may have felt rusty to you, but heard it as the grit in the struggle to be healed agsin. Your voice was missed in the poetic world, I know it will grow strong again.
Thank you for your lovely message sorry I missed it so long ago!
Of time; the Lord made plenty, but not enough of those precious moments necessary to screw up the courage and resolution to put wandering thoughts into words – even on a screen. I’ve been there too. Although, over the past few years I have re-focused sufficiently to work and obtain a degree with the Open University which makes this recent octogenarian pretty chuffed. I loved your poem. Thanks for sharing it with us. I look forward to more in the future.
Thank you glad you enjoyed it
Welcome back. 🙂
Thank you for this post! My commenting is late but your poem is beautiful. Thank you for sharing it with us
Thank you for reading!
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