Loss Not Yet Gone
I'll mourn, though you're not yet dead.
I’m mourning the loss of a man who hasn’t yet died
He’s one who has left a hole that can’t be filled
Though I will try
He destroyed what I thought I could have
He left me with doubts and a heart that was content to settle
I didn’t know I deserved better
You hurt me and left me
Though you chose to stay
I paid the price for the choices you made
I know I’m better off without you
I know I will grow stronger
But there’s always that hanging thought
A lingering, almost memory
I’m more than thirty and the pain it causes me is more than real
It haunts me in the way I raise my kids
In the marriage I stay in out of fear of loss
Out of fear of disappointment
Out of fear of failure
You were supposed to show me how to love
Who would be worthy
Instead, you taught me to be unworthy of respect
But you didn’t win
I refuse to let you win
I will be something
I will be better
And even though the hole still exists
I know I can fill it with my self-worth
I will mourn your loss and let you go
To me, you’re long gone
About the Creator
Vanessa M. Thibeault
Writing to write; writing to feel; writing to change. What moves you?
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