(Come on) Let's Go!

I feel like I’m standing on a cliff, looking at a smashed car at the bottom of the valley. Someone who looks just like me has their fingers wrapped around my wrist and pulls me gently away from the scene with the words “Come on… let’s go”.

I thought something might be my way out, my salvation, the answer, the change I’d been waiting for… but it’s not for me. This isn’t about a man. This isn’t even about a car. This is a scheme, a dream, an admittedly cushy escape.

It’s really ok. I don’t need to stand here staring at what might have been. I wasn’t in the dream before it smashed. I’m pretty sure I shoved it off the cliff.

So I close my eyes, listen to “Let’s Go!” by the Smashing Pumpkins, turn and walk away.

 

 

The Day You Killed Me #100creativedays Day 76

"Heart turns to stone
As you speak her name.
The name I loathe.
Tears burst forth
The anguish of the day
I thought you died
But as you speak
I feel dead
You kill me
Your words stab me
Mock me
Crush me
My dreams for us
Lie broken
Small birds cursed
I don't feel that way
The way your sister says I feel
But I feel this way
Betrayed
Hurt
You curse the birds
You cut their wings
You fuel my fury
And freeze my heart."

Sharon Paine 07.07.2014