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A small significant ache envelopes
the space between heart and mind,
it’s not a sudden stab but
a slow and constant throbbing.
It draws away composure as it
eats at the core of what should be,
versus what is.
Whisper, “don’t want for anything,”
but truth be told, I “want” for you,
for what should be,
what could be
and more painfully for what is not.
Is this what I’ve become?
Living knowing denial
splits my spirit in two.
I’m left with half of who I am,
since the other half found refuge in you.
Resign myself to hurt,
Delve fully into torment,
For in anguish
the dream of who we are
I am on a journey. Looking for Me. Everyday I get a little closer. The more time goes by the more I realize I'm always changing. This journey could take forever... Renae L. Soler