Tag: divorce

In Recovery

Published on by Susi Bocks11 Comments

Redux

Forever Alone

It took my last bit of strength to pick up every last bit of shredded me off the floor.

Left with bloody fragments of a torn heart, a distorted mind, and a shaken psyche.

My existence, Picasso’s The Weeping Woman feel to it.

Feeling awkwardly out of place and lost in my space.

I had to recalibrate; I needed to rebuild.

Now I’m new and different, possibly improved.

A little wiser for the wear; a lot harder around the edges.

More protective of me, not so naive anymore.

Self-preservation took me to new heights.

I’m back and ready.

Don’t ever hurt me again.

Originally published 9/9/2018 on I Write Her.

New Directions

Published on by Susi Bocks6 Comments

Untifsffssdftled

Inspired by Free Verse Revolution April Writing Prompt #3 – The Things Left Behind

Of all the things I left behind,
I miss the promises the most. You said…

… we’d have a future of unending kisses,
embraces, and stability.
You dangled sweetness
making it seem possible
there was nothing more to fear.

… I deserved all the loving gestures and smiles.
You had me bubbling with joy,
planning a future.
Committing to a lifetime
of being grounded.

… ours was the greatest connection.
You filled me with passion,
left me hungering for more,
always.
As if I could trust you.

… you would show me a love I’d
never had before.
I’d be safe.
I’d be calm
because it was real.

I was naive and young.
And I was wrong.
The ugliness which brought me here
finally revealed itself,
shattering those promises.

Now, I start over.

In Recovery

Published on by Susi Bocks13 Comments

Forever Alone

It took my last bit of strength to pick up
every last bit of shredded me off the floor.

Left with bloody fragments of a torn heart,
a distorted mind and a shaken psyche.

My existence, Picasso’s The Weeping Woman feel to it.

Feeling awkwardly out of place and lost in my space.

I had to recalibrate; I needed to rebuild.

Now I’m new and different, possibly improved.

A little wiser for the wear; a lot harder around the edges.

More protective of me, not so naive anymore.

Self-preservation took me to new heights.

I’m back and ready.

Don’t ever hurt me again.