I have placed myself in the obscure emptiness of a self-imposed purgatory.
Balancing on the edge I have had to put aside my passion for love and life in exchange for my sanity.
It feels safe here as my mind and body seem to have come to rest upon a numbing lifelessness.
It is an odd state this place of non-feeling,
It is foreign to me as it leaves me with a strange sense of nothingness,
As I move puppet-like throughout the days.
As the old feelings of love and caring begin to surface,
I let them wash over me like waves upon the sand,
Not allowing myself to be pulled back into the void,
Where caring is an affliction and love is a burden too heavy to bear.
Purgatory, it is the place where anguished souls are banned to wander aimlessly waiting,
Waiting to be freed.
Photo by Lilly Schelling © 2015
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