Walk Away

Walk Away

A Story by Kathryn Smith

As the night time bleeds into the day


and tomorrow spills across the sky


While the sun's a harsh reminder why


We are feeling barely human





I should just walk away


but it grips me



I should call it a day and make my way


but it grips me

 





I would rather forget


Than wash my memory clean





What am I to do?


What am I to say?


You sprawl out under your covers


Cold in your bed each night.


And the poisonous thoughts begin to seep into your mind.


Maybe you really are crazy.


Because who would let themselves do what you've done?


Who would let their heart care so much for someone you've never met?


And now you see darkness.


There's no turning back.


And you want to help but you can't.


Because you've been there...and you know nothing can help.


Grief kills a person.


Grief killed you once, and you'll never forget it.


You try to stop.


To seize your yearning, your longing, your feelings, your hope.


Wouldn't it be for the better?


But you're gripped and told not to give up.


Does anyone else know how hard this is?


How insane it looks?


You know you've been judged.


But you keep on moving.


You know why this is happening..


and you're quite sure it's going to be good.


But there's a sadness to it.


A hopelessness.


You can't control parts of life.


and it breaks your heart that he's gone.


He's gone in his mourning.


Things won't be the same.


You dare to walk away..


but you just can't.


You're much too close to give up.


And sometimes there's a reason why these twists and turns arrive.


Hope grips on.


If you looked at all your messages to one another.


And the one word used the most..


 Is the word hope.


Hope.


Keep holding on to hope.


Everything will be fine.


Your story isn't done yet.


There's a reason hope grips you.


Even if it feels like the devil.


Hope is not evil.


You're on the right path now.


Just keep moving.


Don't walk away.


Don't give up.


Once a friend


Always a friend


Even when


They're gone

























© 2016 Kathryn Smith


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Kathryn Smith

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This is a very beautiful and touchy piece. Indeed, even when the heart is shattering apart, hope is all we can hold on too. Up until you have lost all your strength and patience to do so.

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