not another next
i do believe my mass will implode
what on earth have i done to deserve this
why must my heart be torn apart in another war
only to once again reject a connection made
the color of beaten love
a cloud on my face
oh, to kill the ensuing anxiety and suffering
yet, i will search the trenches of my heart made by you
to find the ability to forgive
admit
it’s an unreasonable ask

Go check out Sadje’s Sunday Poser – Great question and wonderful responses! This piece reflects what so many of us have done – kept on trying and trying, even in the face of no resolution.
“the color of beaten love” – So much power in that one phrase. Excellent write, Susi!
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Thank you so much, Sarah! That line is probably my favorite. 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Heartbreaking but beautiful.
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Thank you, Pooja! 🙂
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Oh my, painful, and wonderfully weaved, Susi. ❤️
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❤ Thanks, Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Susi! Always. ❤️
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What a seamless write Susi. You’ve said it so well and with such deep emotions. Thanks
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❤ Means a lot, Sadje. Thanks!
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It’s always a pleasure my friend
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🕯❤️🕯
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Thank you, Ruth!
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Pure pain…
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❤ It is.
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