Leaving you to the bookshelves of the Library

just learning to let go

 

Go back in time

 

Leaving you to the bookshelves of the library

 

See me sitting alone in the car reflected by the light of the neon sign

 

Drinking coffee and writing alone in the dark café

 

Walking the fields unaccompanied admiring the strength of the trees

 

Enjoying my solo photo shoot by the lake

 

Table for one in a small Italian restaurant

 

A playground build for one small child as the towers fall and the smoke bellows comforting only myself

 

A concert where the Girls played a performance in my name

 

 

My dad passed and I found support in my solidarity

 

After my rape I cried myself to sleep forlorn

 

Chance after chance finding only a cipher

 

 

I walk the rows of books at the library looking

for someone I used to know

 

They are empty now

 

I guess they were always just filled with fairytales

 

Author's Note

somethings just kick my ass. this is one of them. and some days are better than others.

Reviews

[~crazy Beautiful~]

this piece is intense, you share very personal details and emotions of your soul, your life
Sometimes the toughest sujbects to write about make the best work
Nice work
thank you for entering my contest

[Siree]

yes some days are better than others...that says it all...

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is so very soulful.. it sure touched me .. learning to let go sure is hard for some of us (me)
I found your words hard to read.. not the writing the subject.. being alone in times of need.. and the line .. ' i guess they were just filled with fairy tales'... wow .. great ending to this ..
I enjoyed your poem very much .

Chloe
xoxo