Shadowed Pain

Shadowed Pain

 

The staining image refuses to go.

It remains recurring in my mind,

How revealing,

How bewildering.

Your arms wrapped around her,

Your hands touching her,

And I simply observing.

Yet my figure not present, my mind seems to know.

As my heart continues to flow in this current,

I am drowning,

I am dying,

I am free.

Yet, in my death, the image of her remains. 

Reviews

[Mary]

one of the pains of love- gaining it and losing it. Freedom such as this most certainly feels like dying, but eventually we often grow wings from the scars.

[Katherine Cabrera]

Thank you! And yes I agree we grow from pain many times.

[Chris]

Endings, beginnings, dealings - just a few of the so many -ings we face and sometimes even survive ...eventually.

This one touches the commonality of our rite of passage.

[Katherine Cabrera]

Thank you.

[SadBones]

I can relate to this so much. I can feel the emotion when you say "I am drowning, I am dying, I am free."

[Katherine Cabrera]

I am glad you relate to this. We have all experienced pain in life and there is so much beauty that comes with it!