#WritcoPoemPrompt2
In the end it was just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, long after you were gone.
I always believed walking away, that eventually,
My healing process would become real.
This growth process has been slow,
but steady,
Knowing giving up on myself isn't aloud.
Tears still fall sometimes when thinking,
Of a past filled with decades of running, masking, but...
still giving unconditional love to everyone in my path.
I've spent many hours comforting others pain.
Somehow believing mine would somehow,
Find healing, helping others find their way.
It's not easy for me to show my emotions,
shielding myself with armor is all I know.
Hiding the true me in my notebooks,
secretly,
Hoping someday ,
someone would read between the lines.
and see the brokenness still fighting to stay.
In the end its still just me and my thoughts,
A painful trap, decades after you were gone.