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Your Choice, Her Price

The dice was cast

By Colleen Millsteed Published 5 months ago 2 min read
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The anchor that drags her down steals the breath from her lungs,

Stirring the memories, the scenarios of where it all begun,

As she awakens at the dawning of the sun, she feels,

And half asleep the loss and pain rolls through her mind in reels.

**

The shock of time wanders throughout her day,

The wind blows her tears and scores her heart in disarray,

Her feet pound the pavement of once upon a time,

Returning again and again to the days when all was fine.

**

Her reflection stimulates the ache that runs through her heart,

As she realises your future is one in which she’ll not be part,

You have thrown her out with the trash, discarded and rejected,

Leaving her crumpled, weary, worn and totally dejected.

**

You never let her know that the last hug was to last her forever,

If you had she’d have held a little tighter, a little longer, not wanting to sever,

One day you will be hit with the traumatising loss,

But on that day, you’ll finally realise the extremity of the cost.

**

She’s gone now and she’ll never fully return,

For the love she held has been bled and allowed to cool and burn,

The loss of trust can never ever be recovered,

And the pain will live on inside, admittedly hidden, never uncovered.

**

She has learned to fill her days forgetting you once belonged,

She has learned that even her surety can be forever wronged,

Now she knows she can survive without you by her side,

She can no longer be cruelly broken, her strength has no need to hide.

**

She’ll not hold a grudge but will wish you the very best,

But she’ll not want you near her heart, no need to be totally stressed,

She’ll hold tight to her love for you even when she dislikes the person you are,

And she’ll live her life of new found freedom and let you watch from afar.

**

You’ve only yourself to blame as you selfishly threw her away,

Forgetting that every action has a reaction, in which you’d be made to pay,

If only, if only you’d listened to the words she once had to say,

But know this — she has grieved and now she will finally be okay!

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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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Comments (2)

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarran5 months ago

    One day, he would regret what he did. If he doesn't, he's not human. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️

  • Blessings & prayers, Colleen. This is almost precisely a year, isn't it? (How's that for an oxymoron--almost precisely?)

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