Today, another door slammed shut.
How I wish that months ago I had not been left naked in the cold outside, confused, broken and humiliated by the first door that shut when I never expected it to. Alas, that one did shut, and the keys and latches to it were lies that I did not even know existed.
Herein lies the paradox. I found myself an abode that will do for now and I would not want to open the doors again, even if there was a fire inside my home or if she needed shelter. Yet, I wish none of these doors had shut because the loss and the pain are real.
How I wish that this violence was not in me, but it is. Lashing back is only a perverse and temporary pleasure that helps abate the disgust into which love turned, but it offers no shelter.
Time is not cruel, it simply has no mercy, and it does not go back on itself.
Having said that, a knowing that a punch of landed because it was true is quite satisfying.
How I wish that months ago I had not been left naked in the cold outside, confused, broken and humiliated by the first door that shut when I never expected it to. Alas, that one did shut, and the keys and latches to it were lies that I did not even know existed.
Herein lies the paradox. I found myself an abode that will do for now and I would not want to open the doors again, even if there was a fire inside my home or if she needed shelter. Yet, I wish none of these doors had shut because the loss and the pain are real.
How I wish that this violence was not in me, but it is. Lashing back is only a perverse and temporary pleasure that helps abate the disgust into which love turned, but it offers no shelter.
Time is not cruel, it simply has no mercy, and it does not go back on itself.
Having said that, a knowing that a punch of landed because it was true is quite satisfying.
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Who's ass did you kick??