Waves

I often think of my childhood in waves. 

It comes and goes just like the tide. 

I often feel the absence, 

empty feeling in the pit of my stomach 

I felt when you left. 

I often feel the pain

of the knife you left in my heart, 

when you said you were never coming back. 

I often feel the frustration 

of learning to grow up on my own, 

the frustration of fending for myself in the cruel world. 

I often feel the loneliness 

that consumed my emotions when you left. 

You are just like the tide. 

Memories of you flood my brain 

for a while then flood right back out 

taking a little piece of me with you everytime. 

Reviews

[JD Jessop]

"Taking a little piece of me with you every time"..............I really like how you compared this to the tide. I could totally visualize the movement of the tides and a little bit more emptiness each time. Good job!