When one experiences heartbreak and repeated disappointment in love, it becomes much easier to retreat within ourselves, to that safe area of limbo, where we are immune to the possibility of another rejection. The dark side of that safety net is isolation and confinement, where one becomes so accostomed to solidarity that the world becomes grey, lacking luster and color, mired in the perpetual cycle of isloation, where we are unable to experience, evolve and feel joy. The heart must be open to opportunity; the walls erected to protect us in truth confine us to a prison of disillusionment and sadness. This blog is for anyone who has suffered thusly.
The proverbial door to my life was sealed shut, so tight, to let in neither sun nor oxygen
Little did I know that the cold stale air was suffocating me, so accustomed was I to the cold that with each ragged intake my breathe would crackle and freeze
My own weak arms my sole embrace, my tears frozen tracks upon my pale face,
The only sound I heard was your faint knocking, and yet I could not venture forth to the dimming light
Forever was the dark night of my existence that soon only my own words would make sense
For they were all I had left to hear
But still you persisted and my unsure footing propelled me forward, to the iron gate in which I had imprisoned my self
To the detriment of peace of mind and health
And once I lifted the latch and released the lock, a whoosh of fresh air filled the vacancy, the sun and your smile they greeted me
My squinting gaze alarmed by the brightness of light and smile and touch
I did not know, behind closed doors that I had missed so much
And yet like a cornered animal I did retreat, for many before had tried and failed to defeat the demons of doubt that did consume,
for many years I did barricade myself within this room
But you gently taught me that this was not the only life I was destined to know
And you slowly taught me to let go
Still I sometimes resist for I am not fully accustomed to the gentle warrior willing to take up arms for this battle, yet not his fight
However I am thankful to you, my bravest one who still for me will ever defeat the night
Thursday, June 11, 2009
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Beautifully said. Alisa
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