Wednesday, May 12, 2010

.Ending The Issue.

Ending The Issue
By: Marie Castiano

.I remember the last time my heart broke,
I remember when that final piece fell to the floor.
It felt like I couldn't move anymore,
It felt like the final time my soul tore.

.I felt like that innocent little girl,
that had always been between a rock and a hard place.
That night the truth spilled out of
and dripped on my skin,
like lethal burning acid.

.My tears fell to the floor,
leaving little holes on the ground,
that resembled the painful holes you left in my heart.
You left me weak, in pain and nonrespondent.
This was the end of the road,
no more going beyond it.

.The fallout of that night was simply anger,
regret and a sadness that penetrated me so deeply,
that I didn't breathe the same for days.
How could I have been the only victim of your malice,
evil and malevolent ways.

.But from that moment and time,
my view of how I truly saw you changed,
I felt like I could never forgive you ever again.

.I refused to play the same role that was always played,
when things went wrong,
I refused to play the same chords
of your miserable unsymbolic song.

.Reconciliation seemed so far from my heart,
but I am who I am, and I knew
that I would have to find a way
to move on.

.Despite the hurt that you have caused,
my heart continued to want your love.
There was so many things I wanted
to say to you,
but my pride seemed always to get in the way.
I unraveled my pain in a letter I wrote,
but every time I would speak,
all I could do was choke.

.I realize now that all i could do
was let you know,
that destiny is calling for me,
and I can't ignore the call,
just now that I will always love you,
and that I just wanted the drama
to stop once and for all.

.This is my way of finding closure,
with the pain I felt,
positivity is taking the stage now,
I'm letting the negative have its final bow now,
I wish you
Dad
all the happiness in the world,
don't worry bout me daddy,
no matter what I do or where I go,
I will always be your
Little Girl.

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