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I Never wanted to be this person
who became paralyzed
with grief
for someone who walked away.
I never wanted to allow anyone
to have this much power over me;
to leave me
stunned and aching
on the ground
after they pulled the rug
we had woven together
out from beneath me.
Tailbone and ego bruised,
I have spent the last few months
healing
and unraveling
the threads you left behind,
trying to understand
what they were made of,
or why
they weren’t strong enough.
Maybe
I misinterpreted the pattern
we had been working on.
See,
what I mistook for a masterpiece,
you saw only
as a place to wipe your feet,
and stain
with the dirt from cemeteries
of secrets buried
under the names
of people like me,
who you were all too eager
to leave behind.
I now understand
you took our rug with you
only to have something
to sweep
the broken pieces of yourself
under.
I’m sorry you didn’t feel safe enough
to just show them to me
so we could
repair the damages together.
So you just
broke me instead
in an attempt at keeping me
from seeing your truth.
Tell me,
what good does that do?
© Gina Clingan 2020
From my book, A Light In The Dark 💛
available on Amazon now!
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