This savage goodbye
Current mood: crushed
Category: Writing and Poetry
This Savage Goodbye
I know the feeling that my heart is being ripped out shall pass, yes I know that. I know that the more time goes by, the more my heart will let go. But my heart does not know that. All it knows is it's being ripped to pieces.
And it reaches out at the slightest chance, that there will be no need of this goodbye. It beats harder at the slimmest glimpse of hope. But this goodbye comes and it tugs and it tugs hard. It is unforgiving, it is relentless. This goodbye is a savage.
It knocks at the door waiting for an answer and the heart beats harder. I open the door knowing the pain will come and it does. Shooting pain, unbearable pain. I walk through the door and the searing pain, once the heart has lost hope, cuts deep to the bone. The heart races, fearful like a child lost without the parent.
I must keep walking, walking away from this goodbye, never look back for the heart is still hopeful. The heart is pulling me back, begging, reckoning with the mind. My heart tells me, this can't be, no... we can do away with this goodbye..we must go back. But I keep walking. With each step the heart beats harder. It cries out one more time... NO! PLEASE NO! and yet I keep walking.
I so want to go back and resist this goodbye, but I must not. I keep walking. My heart is dragging on the ground now, digging into the ground, crying! I keep walking. I must keep walking.
I have a very long way to walk because it is a long journey, away from this goodbye, to the place where the heart will ever feel safe again. Goodbye.
