Empty Space

Staring at the scattered pieces I've gotten used to.
The weariness of my heart, blindly bleeding at this point.
Caught between broken and healing, and still the breathing can be hard.
Moving on...The realization, the shift in understanding and it becomes so clear.
It has never truly been about forgiving you, only learning to forgive myself.
Picking up the pieces one by one.
Breath.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Yes, picking up the pieces of your life is a harsh lesson for us all, but one that gives so much pleasure when we achieve. Thoughts of revenge cool and you are left with either worrying about them and what they are doing, or getting on with rebuilding your own and slowly achieving your goals.
Beautifully captured, your piece has all the feelings and emotions that leave you raw, but the perseverance of your words show that you will get through the other side. Good luck.

[Faith]

Thank you for the review and the kind words.