jennywhite16

There is a quiet understanding, That takes place. First, In the heart. The realizing the loss of one, Acknowledging they no longer exist in flesh. Then the mind grips this horrific feeling, Setting up defenses of denial. Over time, The wounds and damages of the mind begin to mend. Scar tissue builds up, The longer the mind takes to understand and accept, Blinding the mind from the truth. Running can only take you so far, Till you realize your feet have never moved. I've become exhausted, And yet I've never moved. I've shielded myself from the fact, Not wanting to let go I suppose. But now I realize, Letting go . . . Isn't