A homegrown spine
I let a coward destroy me.
Naturally, he did not have it in him to follow through and properly finish the job. So, I had to crawl with my heaving heart to the nearest cliff and trust the fall would rebuild me.
This usually does the trick, but the years have only made these bones more stubborn. Indeed, when I reached the rocks beneath, instead of relief, all I found was a mirror showing me unscathed.
I rolled my eyes, then watched them drown in a bitter cocktail of tears and sweat. Regardless, I got up and walked on in the search of solutions.
I found a rock as heavy as I could carry and successfully took matters into my own hands. I already knew what I was supposed to do:
- Strip off this bruised skin and stretch it out as far as my arms can reach;
- Grind these sad bones to a fine powder now that they have been charred by hollow love;
- Mix that pigment into the oil that will soon cover up this brand-new canvas.
I will finish what you started.
I will keep your promises and refute your odd assertions.
I will move the imaginary mountains you erected in my head, and it will cost me nothing.
We both know I was the only one with the backbone to begin with. Now, allow me to inspire you one last time.
Keep your eyes on me as I tear it all down and let the rubble shatter me.
Watch me reclaim the power you thought you had contained, revive the light you drained from my eyes.
Let me show you how to grow a spine even as I start from ashes.
Maybe you will get there someday too.
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