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Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Skin


One salty tear would lead to the next,
And the next,
Until pretty soon I'd be empty...
A mere fraction of a woman.
Emaciated by the grief, yet again.
I waited for it to all spill out like before,
But it did not.
A couple of leaks here and there,
Easily patched by the kindness I built up.
My skin now thick and rich,
And all signs of anxiety exfoliated.
I am whole.
Still.
Without you.

December 30, 2012
I've had some time to reflect on this poem. I was very angry when I wrote it. The truth is...I cried buckets...I just had to hold them in until my family left and I was alone. I am whole (that part is true), but I am hurting, and that's okay because you don't lose a year long love with the person you wanted to spend your life with without feeling the loss.

12 comments:

  1. This sounds strong, yet sad. Is Rudolph out of the picture?

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  2. Big hugs, pretty lady. Big ones.

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  3. This is fabulous... and not. Is there more I missed? I'm very out of the loop...

    (((HUGS)))

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  4. Rudolph is no longer in the picture. I'm going to leave it at that, for now. Thank you for your concern, my friends!

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  5. All I got is lots of hugs... and a phone number if you need it. :)

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  6. I'm sorry. I love you, Stephanola.

    Love,
    Janieola, who has been having a similar sadness

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    1. Sorry Janieola. I feel your pain. Love right back.

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    1. Thank you, Sherry...and thanks for following me.

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