Untitled, 18th May 2016.

I wondered if years of grief had hardened my soul
to anything that could not be destroyed, and Gods knew
I’d tried to destroy the world to never grieve again,
cleansing my sins in any water that could be found,
and I threw you away with other embers of my life,
ceremony and fire, looking at the words we left behind.


Poem © Phen Weston, 2016.


2 thoughts on “Untitled, 18th May 2016.

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  1. I can relate to this. Whenever something terrible happens to me, not only am I on the defense to not allow it happen again, I don’t even WANT the good times that often came from it. I’m often afraid that I’ll never be able to be open again.

    1. I’m both glad and sorry you can relate, but always open up, because the ability to be close to someone often outweighs the bad, and ultimately worth the pain (even if it may not always seem so). Thank you for reading 🙂

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