FRAGMENTS

The One That Got Away: The pieces refuse to burn

The Pieces Refuse To Burn

I have sailed through waters of pain and almost drowned in a pool of suicide and here I stand. Isn’t it funny that the devil walks free? The devil carries on like nothing happened and goes on to torment the next person. Isn’t it funny?

I once loved with everything in me. I gave it all and saw the future with a different sight. For once, I felt at home, it was a peaceful place and you would never imagine that it would someday vanish.

I wrote a poem once and named it “the one that got away”. I tore the papers apart and burnt the pieces. They didn’t fully burn. 10 years later the poem lived, it came to life and here I am trying to burn the memories of love that never existed. Trying to pull away from the little fragments of my imagination that I had entertained and believed to be a reality.

Yes, I am on my feet again, but the pieces, it’s the pieces, they refuse to burn. My heart bleeds for this one soul, it took and took and took. When it had taken everything there was, it vanished. It found coated jewels in other places and abandoned its direct gift from God.

What’s ahead is always great, experiences build us and the creator strengthens us. I have needled my wounds with a thread, the pain of my past will remain but a scar and that is inevitable. The pieces…the pieces will not burn.