As if our entire journey
Was obliterated, to you
An era gone to waste.
Memories displayed, tagged
With yard sale prices.
Years of care and support
Overpowered by
Foolish disloyalty.
.
This relationship ruined,
A home no longer resembling
Our shrine, our temple
Of safety and devotion
That was once so secure.
.
I have accepted these corrections,
Coping with torment.
Suffering throughout
This visitation of karma.
Enduring each hazardous twist
That mistakes evoked.
.
As a new journey begins,
I will not lose grasp of the past.
Experience the various emotions,
Grow stronger, and
Learn to find light
In the darkest of places.
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About the Creator
Amelia Davis
"You're mind is a garden, your thoughts are the seeds, you can grow flowers, or you can grow weeds."
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