You used to be here every day. You would call to me, you would look for me.
You were the only one who wanted to be by my side every day.
But I have to stop thinking about that. I can't stay here anymore.
There has to be something out there, something that can help me be restored
But remnants of you remain, scattered all over the place.
So, I make my way out of this ravaged land.
I used to stay here for protection, comfort and passion
But I can't help but to stop and look around. How did this happen?
Living here is impossible. It's become so dark,vile and forsaken.
This land used to be larger than life. Green, pure, and enchanting.
I've begun to stop asking myself why you're no longer here.
You're very far away, that much is clear.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
Tell myself that everything is okay.
And I push forward, leaving behind the destruction of this place.
We can stay for as long as you want. I want to stay too. Isn't that what you used to say?
This time I don't want to bury my heart.
I want to protect it, I want to give it to the right one.
This place may be gone, but I know I have one of my own inside.
You're long gone, but that doesn't mean that I don't have a choice to decide.
So, for now I may be alone. But it doesn't have to stay that way.
I will look for help and create a new path out of this place.
Nothing has to hurt me anymore. The devastation is over.
This is my chance for new discoveries. One day my heart will be reborn. I know it will to take time, but one day
I will make a full recovery.
This seemed so reminiscent of a dystopian world, or waking up and trying to process the destruction of one's homeland, and the question of staying or forging a new path into the unknown. That can definitely be terrifying. I also felt a reflection on staying where we are at, in the comfort of memories, instead of dealing with a reality we may not prepared for. But you're determined, and hopeful, and I especially like the "one day at a time" as that is solid advice and sometimes, all we can do in the moment. It's interesting what "recovery" means to each person, and how it may be unique to them, and a way forward and through instead of staying in the past. The remnants of this person made me think maybe your "old" self, before trauma and obstacles, and that part of you is no longer present. Now, you have to cope. Or maybe it was about another individual, how grieving them means acceptance. You know there is more out there and you can still keep their memory alive.
Awesome thanks so much for your comment! I really appreciate the way you took the poem apart and enjoyed it so much! Yeah, it's interesting that there's many ways to go about recovery and that it's always a good thing to shoot for. It's better for everyone. I really appreciated your comment! Thanks!
Aw, thanks so much! I fixed the little typo too. Thanks for that! =) I'm really glad you enjoyed the way I told the story here. About how it started off bad but instead of letting it consume me I want to find a way out. I'm so glad you liked the nod to the title at the end too! =) Thanks Kate!