Against the Wall


Her rage . . . her pain
she threw the first thing she could grab
and watched the glass shatter against the wall
he asked her to stop . . . calm down
“Like you stopped hurting me?”

Her rage . . . her pain
swelled to the point
where she could do nothing but cry
every word she tried to utter
fell silently from her soul
dissipating
into thin air
she couldn’t breathe
and didn’t want to

“Baby I’m so sorry”
He couldn’t take away
her rage . . . her pain
“You have to believe me I’m so sorry”

She lowered her head
to lessen the sting of looking at him
she was still in love with him
and that hurt the most
“And I’m sorry too but I can’t do this”

And in the midst of her rage . . . her pain
he turned towards the door and whispered,
“I understand”
and walked away

“No you will never understand how much you’ve hurt me”
The hardest part
was watching him leave . . .
it was as if her last breath had faded away

mig...i choked with pain and hurt while reading.,but at the same time understanding that loving sometimes means letting go...you write it so real...i really admire your works...

Seriously think about publishing your works Mig..You have an amazing talent..

ouch! i think i actually morphed into her at some point while reading.

Wow, all of these positive comments. I'm speechless. Thanks everyone; hopefully I can continue to write poetry that touches the spirit.

Very Good bother!

mig...