I sit here in pitch blackness,
Dark malevolent thoughts,
Race through my head,
Spiraling out of control,
At tornadic speeds,
Whirling around in my brain,
The thought of losing you,
Haunts my every dream,
My worst fears,
My terrifying nightmare,
Is seeing the door of your love,
That used to call your heart home,
Slamming shut with the force of a massive wind,
That blows me right out of your life,
Or I see you with someone,
Who is not me,
It breaks my heart,
Already battered and bruised,
Each one leaves its own battle scar,
Every slur, every fight,
Is a wound that will never heal,
I will forever carry,
In remembrance,
I wouldn’t take back,
Anything that happened,
For it gave me strength,
It endowed wisdom into me,
I will forever be a warrior,
But I refuse to go into battle again,
My days of war are no more,
I lay down and surrender the white flag,
I call a truce.
About the Creator
AJ Thomas
Self proclaimed creator of literary masterpieces. Wife, mother of 3 teenagers, poet and aspiring author.
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