A Part Of Me Walked Away

A part of me walked away,

it didn’t even look back.

My body was too much to bare,

it found a way out.

*

A chance at life

outside this receptacle

that has always carried me.

To be independent of

the constant reminder

of who I was,

and who I have come to be.

*

I felt raindrops touch my skin

then realized,

each water droplet came from me.

They had escaped from my eyes

then it hit me,

I can still feel.

*

I yelled out to that part of myself,

“Please don’t leave me like this!”

I even ran out and begged it,

“Why don’t you come back to me, please?”

*

Even though I knew the emptiness

was no home to return to.

Left behind

were the memories of

a hurtful past

that tried to torment me,

still.

*

I took a look at what was left

and saw

the flashing neon sign that read,

You are still here.

*

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply,

enough to fill my lungs.

I breathed out this time very slowly,

felt each tiny molecule

as it moved through me.

*

I noticed that it left behind

some of the essential parts.

A mind,

to process all my thoughts

and a beating heart;

a place to store my love

while keeping me alive.

*

If it wanted,

it could have killed me

but it kept me alive.

It allowed death to spare me,

I don’t understand why.

*

There has to be a reason

that part of me walked away.

It’s most likely the parts I kept,

from which I needed an escape.

Thank you for reading! This poem was originally published here.