Wounded by Lost Love

by brin macnamara   Jul 26, 2004


No more will my heart leap like a stag when you walk thru the door.
My Pulse races like an athlete when you speak to me.
My pupils dilate at the at the mention of your name.
I am free of you.
But not totally.. Not yet..
There is still one corner of of heart that will be forever yours, one part of me that ruminates over every word you've said,
One area of my soul that has your name indelibly stamped upon it.

Today was the test.
Would the lion that I asked to make his home in me be strong enough to prevent me falling back in love with you?
God, it was hard,
I only just made it.
The lion clawed and fought to save my heart,
He is sorely wounded,you, my beautiful tigress scratched at my being and bled me.

Now I am left preoccupied with thoughts of you
My soul echos with your name."Sarah, Sarah" it call unto my heart.
BE STILL! I shout within.
Give me peace so that I may move on. And love what I ought, not where I ought not.

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