When fleeing from the one we love
All we have is a little hope from above.
Time showed their true colors
Once we became mothers.
This grief isn’t understood
The pain is smoldering
Like being trapped under a burning hood.
Waiting anxiously to explode
Only time will tell
If this pain
Sits on our hearts
As heavy as a carload.
Although we hold our heads high
For our children not to see us cry
It doesn’t stop them from sensing
The torture we’ve been fencing.
If only
Fleeing from the one we love
Could also remove
Our self-inflicting boxing gloves.
Wherever we land
We’re sure to find
There’s a heck of a lot less quicksand
Then what we’ve left behind.
This is my very first experience writing and sharing a poem online. It just came out of nowhere as it flowed onto the page from my heart.
It’s okay to be raw and let ourselves be seen. I’m open for feedback, but don’t be giving me no flack.
What emotions surfaced for you when you heard the words, “fleeing from the one we love”?
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It's great that you've let yourself be raw, be outside of your comfort zone and still do it. I've just experienced this too. I applaud you, this made me feel strongly with your words. Genuinely I felt my heart both in my throat then drop. Keep doing you, whatever form that comes out in. Beautiful ✨️
Beautifully written!. I will say something profound later lol. Lack of sleep and an early morning and major brain fog today :( Looks like a nap this afternoon 😴