"Untitled"

Can you be the one that got away if you're still standing still?
Can you truly grow if you won't allow yourself to heal?

Wishing the best for the next
when you're wrecked,
there's no checks no balance just... pain
It's okay to not be okay, but when will it stop raining.

Then again it's still.
Still like the night at 3 am. The time you wake to pray. The time designated to cleanse what you thought was gone, but it appears the residue remains to be something you can taste.

Can't get to the anger or the pride cause the hurt has been buried deep.
Lost deep in the brown eyes that long held tears but now break free from the levee involuntarily
Deep in a heart that longs to be loved but haven't quite learned to love itself.
Deep in the skin from within that remembers rejection vs acceptance
Deep in a mind that battles between what is, what was and what it's destined to be. What was said, what was learned and what's true.
Deep in a tongue whose speech varies between truth as it is; the lies that were told; because it doesn't know what to say or what to believe.
Deep in a spirit that is both wounded yet hopeful.

Hopeful that the sun will shine bright again naturally  without the falsehood.
Hopeful that seeds sown will reap a beautiful harvest
Hopeful that though bruised and battered, the heart will be whole again
Hopeful that a ray of sunshine will emerge from the clouds as they move
Hopeful that one day the story of brokenness will be replaced with a story of wholeness

Sacorsha  2018