“It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.”-Alfred Tennyson
I’ve been wading through too many dreams, but I’ve finally reached the haven of reality.
I’ve broken through the raw surface of emotion that had trickled into every crack and crevasse, every nook and cranny, every abyss and chasm. Your wondrous glory has burned me; left me with so many scars. I wear the wounds with pride; they’ve become my trophies. They’re sharpened to the point of shininess; polished to perfection. I can see my reflection. Even though my love has lost, I’ve still won.
Your rosy petals have withered; your kaleidoscopic colours have faded into monochrome.
Your blade sharp thorns have become stepping stones; I’m immune to your cuts and stings. You’re the only one in the ocean I ever wanted. Trying to catch you left me with more than just a hook in my mouth. Blood was spilling into the waters of self-pity. Sharks were swarming, surrounding me on all sides, snapping up fish which were mindlessly opening and closing their mouths. What did I do? I grew thicker scales.
Your eyes have become jaded to me; just two more stars in an already cramped sky. Mesmerised by spiralling coils of liquid gold. Your fire has been extinguished now. Mine is still blazing on; all you did was add kindling.
When buildings collapse, the rubble is swept up,
when tyres puncture, we patch up the wounds,
when ice melts, we can refreeze the fluid,
when milk is spilt, the mess is absorbed by towels,
when we cry, we dry our tears,
when muscles tear, they grow back stronger.
My fourth poem based on a famous quotation. All credit to Lord Alfred Tennyson. I loved you once, but I’m over you now. This is my final act of closure. In retrospect, this seems more of a creative unleashing, rather than something of any true poetical form. You could argue this is a happy sequel to Falling Petals.