I can hear the sound of my heart breaking; it is deafening. Love is flowing out, draining away and I seem unable to stop the inevitable drought.
Being impeccable with my word is difficult for I want to climb somewhere high and scream for help. I am drowning in my marriage.
Eyes filled with pain. Sadness. Loneliness.
Friendship lost. Defensive. Retreating into solitude.
I close my eyes and I can feel the rocking of my isolated boat. I hear the lapping of the water; it is pummeling against the wood—mocking me.
I am drifting away—a prisoner of the tide.
My mind wants to be the anchor, to stay in the same place. Stay in your pain it urges—repeating over and over—words echoing.
The heart wants to be heard—soar, my love, you are free.
~ S. Violette