My hollow heart aches
Of haunting memories
Of a past that shattered me.
Of a person only I knew
Inside my womb, slowly it grew.
The outside world silently forbids
We talk of the dead and those we once loved.
As if the past doesn’t exist and the memories we have shouldn’t affect us.
I cry. No one comforts my aches.
No one wants to feel the intense pain of something they cannot understand.
Of a life you saw and once was part of you. Walking around day by day.
Do you know what it feels like to feel like a part of you is missing?
Like a phantom limb, my womb flashes visions.
Birthdays, hugs, kisses, and memories that will never be made.
A pure love, flushed down the toilet of my former life.
When the ache is too much to bear,
I cry oceans and drown in my pain.
Traversing island after island of pain.
No one can reach me.
No one can see me.
You will find me where the shadows meet the ocean. In the no man’s land of my heart. At the gravesite of a love I still feel missing. Burying skeletons of a past I cannot seem to let go of.
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