What a horribly sad confession. It sounds as if you had no choice, and there is always choice. We're born creatures of free will and for some it's free will used to whittle down our lives to a barest minimum; a road of self-deprivation and suffering. Life is for adding onto as well as subtracting from. One door shut opens another, as they say. Besides, a door shut on a relationship isn't always locked with the key thrown away. I've recently had to let go of my relationship with a daughter that I love dearly, a mother that I'll never again share closeness with in this world, a faithful watchdog who saved my life at least on two occasions, a husband who was 97% wonderful but 3% lethal...Life keeps marching forward regardless. This is another wonderfully written piece. You have a pure talent for cutting to the heart of a matter and putting it on paper with the blood still fresh from your wounds. Kudos and applause as usual for a beautiful write.
your writing is straight to the point and that impresses me greatly. You've got such a way with your words that just gets to the heart of the matter.
excellent poem.
Sandra♥
I confess to killing my life
Yes, that sounds bizarrely true
The end is over
And with it, I've lost you.
Oh my a very sad write here ,yet wonderfully penned with deep expression ~ Well DonE! Indeed!~THanks for sharing" Confession" and Good Luck in the contest!~Fran Marie~
What a horribly sad confession. It sounds as if you had no choice, and there is always choice. We're born creatures of free will and for some it's free will used to whittle down our lives to a barest minimum; a road of self-deprivation and suffering. Life is for adding onto as well as subtracting from. One door shut opens another, as they say. Besides, a door shut on a relationship isn't always locked with the key thrown away. I've recently had to let go of my relationship with a daughter that I love dearly, a mother that I'll never again share closeness with in this world, a faithful watchdog who saved my life at least on two occasions, a husband who was 97% wonderful but 3% lethal...Life keeps marching forward regardless. This is another wonderfully written piece. You have a pure talent for cutting to the heart of a matter and putting it on paper with the blood still fresh from your wounds. Kudos and applause as usual for a beautiful write.
Doesn't sound too bizarre, as a metaphor anyways. Losing happiness is kind of equivalent of losing your life. Just don't forget to eventually live again, to find happiness once more hether it be in someone else, or something.
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