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It’s Time To Say Goodbye

The hardest word to say

By Colleen Millsteed Published 3 years ago • 1 min read
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My heart is shattered and so totally confused,

The end has been staring me in the face,

I’ve fought it, denied it and lived in hope,

But it’s obvious you hold us in disgrace.

***

I may have given birth to you many decades ago,

And I’ve tried to ride the roller coaster of your personality,

Giving you the benefit of the doubt, attempting to gain a forestay,

But it’s time, time to face our reality.

***

It’s always been an emotionally draining pathway,

Coping with your volatility, your winding endeavour,

But I was determined to stand by your side,

Always and forever.

***

Until now!

Sadly, it’s time to say goodbye,

The pain is unliveable,

And the rules no longer apply.

***

I wish all your dreams see fruition,

And hope that you’ll live long and happy years,

You’ll raise your own offspring,

And learn what it’s like to wipe their tears.

***

I pray that they don’t treat you in such a manner,

As you feel the need to treat me these days,

That you’ll not be left an emotional wreck,

And they find the time for you always.

***

I’ll now do what is best for the both of us,

And with these words I’ll cry my goodbye,

I’ll quietly bow out of your life,

And bury you within my heart until the day I die.

***

Stay safe,

Take care,

Be happy,

Don’t despair.

***

The hardest word I’ve ever had to say to you,

‘Goodbye’ my son……’goodbye’,

I’ll always hold our memories close,

Now my job is done, you’re free to fly.

***

Goodbye!

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Originally published on Medium

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About the Creator

Colleen Millsteed

My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.

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    Written by Colleen Millsteed