Let it go
just go with the flow.
My mind comprehends all that I need to let it go.
I change my physiological state to shock my brain into a newly formed hedgerow.
What about the heart?
My heart , specifically?
We all make mistakes and some fail despicably.
To assume, that one actually cares as much as I do,
was possibly the most arrogant act and now,
I am that potato, left forgotten in the stew.
All heart – open to vulnerability.
I better change and put on a long-sleeved T-shirt
to wipe my snivelling tears and rejected mucus and hurt.
I’m so naive
I do believe.
Let it go.
Just go with the flow.
I write because I know that it eases some of this rejection blow.
Stuck in a vortex with stale, carbon monoxide breathe.
How can a feeling of rejection make ME want to feel nothing- even death?
This is not me.
My emotions are struggling against the tide,
crustal plates continue to move at the bottom of the sea.
Climate change – is the world ready to blow?
My nature is one who hates to be struck through the heart by a clueless arrow.
Why does it matter so much to me?
Why does it matter?
Full rejection would probably make it final.
Give me peace, answer me or just snap the cord – every vertebra of my spine – break me until……
is all I want in my heart.
I fight these thoughts but my heart drives me into some dark quagmire with loud noises from creatures that bark.
They snap too -not just at my ankles- but plunge their fisted paws, right inside the most fragile part of me- the part of me that is more like natures own bark.
Trees, flowers, love and hugs.
All worthy drugs from my from an undying lover;
from someone who loves me even though I am crying out to be hung.
Cut me loose.
If you care – or at least answer me – I’ve given my all not just to be flung like Apollo’s impulsive son.
* what is better ? to be partly rejected or fully rejected? friendships, relationships, acquaintances? *
What’s that saying about rather hearing ‘I don’t like you’ than being ignored.
I can deal with ‘I don’t like you’.
Posted on 2016-07-03, in EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, WRITE TO RECOVER and tagged Emotions, EXPERIMENTAL WRITING, friendships, heartache, INSPIRED BY MY MUSE, Love, THIS IS LIFE, Write to create, WRITE TO RECOVER. Bookmark the permalink. 36 Comments.