…you loved me not
In the ebb and flow
of you and I
our love came and went
like incoming waves
that were often gentle
rolling in like honey
spilled upon our shores
but the retreat
was always brutal
roaring mountains of pain
dragging the sand
from beneath my feet
mourning too
has its seasons
and in my abject sorrow
my reflections
were both dark
and somehow beautiful
in the dark corners
where the sunlight
could not reach
I kept a secret realm
of desolation
where silence reigned
and reflection
could not be ignored
a place
where everything
that ever haunted me
every regret
every lost dream
and every act of cruelty
finally came home to rest
in my introspection
in my long overdue
reflections
the mirror revealed to me
all of the secrets
that I had been keeping
I loved you
you loved me not
I was a puppet, a toy
for you to bend
and break
you took pieces of me
that I can never retrieve
in this moment of truth
the thin cracks in my heart
are now gaping caverns
bleeding like slow rivers
into a welcoming sea
slowly carrying me
back to me
and for the first time
in what seems like
an eternity
finally I feel
that I am really free
© Ann Bagnall
