Sometimes it's what is not said that hurts the most.

When you left you took the air around me, for I can hardly breath.

Pulling Files

I put my heart on shuffle to see what I would find.
Amid the celestial flutter were the files of my life and times.
Files labeled "laughter" and "miracles", "strength" and "success". Files  labeled "courage" and  "friendship" and "times I'd been blessed."

Filed under "when my heart was in love"  was only your name
and filed under "rejection" the name was the same.
They had been misfiled so I put them in place,
under " lessons learned from heart ache from suffering and pain."
This file was very heavy so I placed it at the end...and hoped that
I would never find my way back to it again.

The Suitcase

 

I was walking along the road on a cold winter day. The wind was pushing against me as if  to stop me from going any further.. I pulled my coat tight around my neck with my right hand. My left hand was gripping a suitcase that was becoming increasing heavy. I started dragging the case, pulling it with all my strength until I felt broken, like I couldn't go on.. My cold, aching hands released the the heavy burden. Not looking back I turned toward the horizon and began walking.  Left on the side of the road, in the bitter cold,  was the suitcase that carried everything I  desperately held on to.  It was full of hurt, sorrow, anger,  regret, fear, resentment and doubt.  I had to set the suitcase down and walk away. The load had  truly became too much to carry.