Of words and vibes

A few moons back, I broke my leg in a small accident and spent six weeks in a cast; confined to my bedroom and unhealed wounds from a broken relationship (from ages ago!) surfaced. And as my body healed, so did my soul, as well. And here it is. Broken and Mended. Of course,  it feels good to be featured in https://www.thealiporepost.com/ and @thealiporepost Click here to read Broken at TheAliporePost It was the day, My broken leg, Healed my broken heart. Yes. I fell off my bike, And my leg was placed in a cast. I yelled in pain, Tiny, damaged ligaments can be quite bothersome. But, not as much as the sharp, burning pain, That pierced my beating, hurting heart. Lost love had me undone. The humiliation of rejection scored through my arteries and veins, Like listless red poison, making me cringe, Washed over by a feeling of unworthiness. Wanting desperately to be wiped off; of the face of the earth. Turning into nothingness. But again, The broken l...

 

 

 

 I spend a day alone. In quiet reflection. But again, it’s not quite quiet. There’s me and my cesspool of emotions. Turbulent. Rocky. Choppy. Like a sea on tide. I’m trying to ride the swirling ebb and flow. Abysmal despair alternates reams of hope Like a lone oarsman caught amidst raging waters I glide and slide. Uneasily. Visions from the past; Stories wrapped in wreaths of pain That seemed long dead and gone, Rise above from deep inside. Like a tsunami Brutal and destructive. I let it take hold. I let the emotions flow. Wild. Feral. Untamed. Seeping through my very being. While I lay still. Very still. Waiting patiently. For the waters to reside. For calm to reign. For healing to begin.

I smile. I laugh. I joke. I read. I work. It’s all good. It’s all normal. On the outside. The insides are another story. Hidden beneath, in the interstices of my heart. Is the pain. Gut-wrenching. Ruthlessly pecking away at my very core. Like an insect on a deep red flower. Sucking the nectar of joy from my life. My mind in a constant rewind mode. Replaying every hurt. Crying pain. Searing pain. Longing pain. Hurting again and again. A pain that I want to wish away. No way! It is a pain that is as much a part of me As the blood seeping down my veins.  Withdrawal from love is painful on the inside. While it's a perfectly normal day on the outside.