Two years have crawled, each day a jagged tear,
Since love’s deceit ripped open all I knew.
His laughter haunts, a ghost I long to sear,
Replaced by emptiness, a chilling dew.
He walks with her, a cruel and vivid scene,
A twisted mirror mocking what we had.
My fragile heart, though armored, shrieks unseen,
And tears still fall, a tempest strong and sad.
The world spins on, yet I, in quicksand dwell,
Each grain a memory, a searing sting.
I fight to rise, to cast away the spell,
But shadows rise, his name upon them clinging.
Yet, through the storm, a tiny bud I see,
Of strength, of hope, a love that will set me free.
WILDsound Writing Festival 