Is this what we risk?

Is this what we risk by searching for love?

The crippling severance from not only the person of our affection,

but from ourselves?

The fire of desolation raging, burning away within our souls,

leaving nothing more than a flicker of what we once were.

Shattered, forced to attempt to put together even an outlined version of our former selves.

Left feeling the immobilizing stabs of loneliness,

the restricting icy clutch of despondency.

 

Is this what we risk by searching for love?

Reaching for the hopeful promise of passion and fulfillment,

only then to fall short and have it ripped away from our grasp,

left feeling its last breathe of existence,

a whisper of what could have been.

Getting too close to the flames,

only to be betrayed by our own heart.

The possibility of love slipping through our fingers,

clutching only at the air that has been knocked out of our bodies,

a gasp of realization that the fire that annihilates our very core still rages on.

 

Is this what we risk by searching for love?

Looking into the lives of those in love,

untouched by its dark and debilitating powers,

another twist of the knife that is rooted deep in our hearts.

A harsh reminder of what had been ripped from inside,

a harsh reminder of the emptiness that is left over.

The restricting fear that that emptiness may never be filled,

That our former lives never be rebuilt continues to bear its hold.

 

Is this what we risk by searching for love?

Author's Note

This is my first attempt and would greatly appreciate any feedback.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"A harsh reminder of what had been ripped from inside,

a harsh reminder of the emptiness that is left over.

The restricting fear that that emptiness may never be filled,

That our former lives never be rebuilt continues to bear its hold."

A splendid read and write...:)...........................