Words of the Soul

18.

(12.3.20)

The words echo in my mind

That cruel statement

How can you say this?

How could you.

And then

You have the nerve

To ask me what's wrong

As if you had forgotten

Your own treacherous words

They strike me

Cut me deep

Healing will take

Time

I am open

Raw

Exposed

But I cannot show it

Weakness only encourages questions

Your questions

As is you don't already know

This is not love

This is war