It takes two

It takes two to tango

only one to break a heart live a lie

unawares trapped in a one way street

circling circling back to the same spot

maze of conflicting emotions

love hate anger despair

pale shadow of my former self

refusing to look into mirrors

risking a glimpse of the truth

opening pandora’s box

no way back

it takes two to tango

but i was always dancing solo

to your tune

now back on the dance floor

no strings attached

 

 

 

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Unspoken

The words left

unsaid the space

between silence

The hand that would

touch dare not love

unacknowledged

feelings unexpressed

simmer opinions

dismissed rejected

before leaving the

lips noiseless tears

speak volumes as

does your back

staring resolutely

into cyberspace

what is behind the

screen more important

fascinating than the here

and now me avoid admitting

confronting the writing

on the wall screaming

the corpse is your marriage

rotting mummified soon the

neighbours will complain notify

authorities can’t keep it under

wraps anymore the truth will

out then the final curtain

falls the cast go our different

ways to rehearse a new script

the second half of my life post

wedded bliss the male lead fell

crashing from his pedestal the

female in a heap cradling shattered

shards fragments of her heart

wallowing yes indeed wallowing

in self pity anger woe is me why

me why now why all this shit in

such a short space of time to

little old me excuse me script

writer, director, producer i

demand a different ending a

less tragic one the shit does

hit the fan but they work

through it and still hold

hands on that wooden park

bench at 64

 

Sometimes life is sad it doesn’t

work out the way you hoped

Wordpress community

When I first started blogging here all I wanted was to write and be read.  I didn’t expect to find a community of like minded writers/poets, to make friends and hold a continuing conversation about love, depression and loss.  I didn’t expect to receive support and love and to ‘adopt’ some kids and be Mama G.

Above all I’m surprised that there are so many young bloggers and saddened that many have such struggles.  Surely childhood and youth are the times you should be most carefree and happy before the burdens and responsibilities of adulthood weigh heavy on your shoulders. 

Although the world is over-populated and we are surrounded by people a sense of overwhelming loneliness seems to pervade many posts.  I wonder why we feel so isolated, why it doesn’t seem that anybody cares or sees or hears us, even though we are clearly here, larger than life.  Why are most people so focused on their own narrow lives that they fail to notice anybody else and those in pain and need?  Maybe they do but they rather not or they simply can’t give a damn.

In any event it is great we can write and express our highs and lows, our hopes and disillusionment and for others in the community to hear us and sometimes respond with a supportive comment.  In this day and age of advanced technology, true human communication is limited and dwindling and I believe this impedes a feeling of being connected to others and the world.

Need

u dnt need 2 feel my pain

not even pretend

2 understand

i need u

2

stay

validate

say

u r

worth

being 

HEARD

Wounded wings

Wounded little bird Hippity Hop grounded wings clipped Hippity Hop Hop pecking  crumbs on its last legs Hippity Hop Hop Hop lashed by rain wind alone