break it down for me
the intricacies
you splinter little parts of me
as wood under my skin
disillusioned
casting reasoning to the wind
talk to me ~repair the damage
the ‘kitchen sink’ once again
dragged up ~ the already resolved
counsellors said a waste of time
don’t walk away, I say sorry
yet
I don’t know why
your words angrily whispered
slicing through
breath exhaled
arms flail in the air
the marionette
stringed by an invisible puppeteer
at least spoken words
give a chance
the silence
only lends itself
to confusion ~ doubt
pacing round the room
tension strung like wire
tears I cry watching you
you don’t realise
you’re ignorant to
my ache
our lives
topsy-turvey
both stressed
day to day
reached a T-intersection
both going different ways
we travelled the same road
once ~ now the fork divided
I’ll fight for you
I’ll fight for us
we can make this work
but break it down for me
so I can cease this hurt
©jmtacken Dec 2013
FICTION!
I wrote this some time back and strangely over the last few days of not being around too much, my enthusiasm has waned a little for writing. Perhaps the pressure of writing the Service and another to do for the 30th December, perhaps the Christmas events …and well life taking precedence.
Thank you for all those who commented on my last post (Leave of Absence) I apologise that I haven’t had time to comment individually to you all – but I think you know how grateful I am for you reading & your comments – so thank you.
I know this isn’t a Christmas Spirit piece and I am sure I will get my mo-jo back soon and I shall be writing a post just before Santa arrives.
Mums
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