Acid

creating holes

in my reality

*

Illusions

at the depth

of causality

**

Thoughts

within the center

pulsate violently

***

Chaos

in my soul

reigns supremely

****

Pain

takes its toll

arriving sedately

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Consuming

my being whole

with finality

What's to love about a mountain, you ask?

It's in the way it stands,

unwavering, ancient, a testament

to time itself.

It's in the way the dawn

kisses its peak,

bathing it in gold,

while shadows play along its vast expanse.

In its silent strength,

it whispers stories

of the ages,

of storms weathered and skies embraced.

Its slopes, a haven

for dreams and daring,

where eagles soar

and rivers begin their journey.

In its presence, we find

our own insignificance,

and yet, a connection

so profound it roots us to the earth.

To love a mountain

is to admire resilience,

to seek solace in its unchanging gaze,

finding peace in its immovable grace.

For in each ridge,

each crevice and peak,

lies a story of the earth,

an unspoken promise of endurance and time.

they broke the mold when you arrived,

a breath in the universe, yet

unlike the stars or the void,

unlike anything that ever was.

you, a silhouette dancing on the canvas of existence,

a burst of wildflowers in a barren field,

a melody sung only once in the chorus of time.

you are not the echo or the

shadow or the sameness,

that the world so often regurgitates.

you are unprecedented,

the unfathomable,

the singular.

and in your wake,

the mold lies shattered,

a testament to your unique song,

an ode to the rhythm of your existence,

a tribute to you, who is like no other.

Time and time again

The vessel that holds our lives

Falls apart

In surveying the damage

You see the center crack that runs

Far right and then

Jeers to the left

You see the broken ridges of

People lost and gone

How the slices of memories

Damage your heart

What is left behind

Is where life spills out in grief

Still

Tenderly, as you would

You pick up and mend

Even as life runs away from you

Even as the shards hurt

Even as the past bleeds out

What is left is never the same again

Tending to the wounds is honoring

The past that never was

As the gold shines through the brokenness

Bittersweetness life is held

Where everything fell apart

The center holds

Just one more time…

You hurt MY feelings...

but when I say you caused me pain,

somehow it's my fault.

Somehow, you can so easily treat me badly and hurt my feelings

but as soon as I defend myself

I'm the problem.

Somehow, I start all the problems and the fights!

Somehow I always have to be right and know it all.

So my answer... I will retreat

I won't come around

I won't say my opinions or feelings

I won't make an effort anymore.

Hurt masks itself in many ways

there could be tears,

there could be yelling,

there could be discussions,

or I could just walk away.

I've done all of those things

and yet no matter what I do, it is never the right thing.

So much hurt, that I mask with an icy glare or a blank stare.

It's not worth my effort anymore.

It's not worth my time.

It's not worth the worry and hurt anymore.

You don't worry about me.

Afterall, I'm not your daughter.

I just married your son.

My life is not what it appears

It's drastically misleading

The choices that I’ve made here

Are lacking and deceiving

Family & friends that I held dear

Somehow have lost their meaning

Left by myself, to my own tears

With the consequences reeling

Remedies are so unclear

& my sanity is yielding

I want only to disappear

& stop this pain I'm feeling

Be the decision maker and ruler of your own future. Do not allow others; no matter how near and dear to disrespect you, make you feel guilty, or manipulate you into changing what you have determined will make you happy, for their own selfish reasons. Throw away the excuses. Demand peace and harmony in your home, heart and life. Then you will no longer be a prisoner and things will be a whole lot easier once the dust settles.