The Empty Place

It's not my normal day to blog, but tonight after my yoga class I was feeling words moving through me and felt inclined to record them as a way to process my grief and sadness through this process.

I am not a poet by any means. But here is my poem of betrayal.

The Empty Place

disbelief, denial, shock

a fragile world came crashing down

the paper walls i cling to, gone

destroyed

by one i trusted

i lie here in this empty place

digging graves inside myself

one by one I lay to rest my

dreams and

hope and

trust and

all the pretty pictures that i painted in my head---

dead

hollow, battered, beaten

Stinging with

disappointment,

heart ache,

grief,

and paralyzing fear.

my intimate companions.

they leave me empty

and alone.

i remember when i’d lie ‘longside a husband, friend, and lover

secure inside our paper house

drew close to him for warmth and safety and

slept in comfortable ignorance

i lie now with reality-- betrayal.

a cold, unfeeling bedfellow

the paper walls couldn’t keep it out

it closes in when time to sleep

and pierces upon waking

it pulls me toward that dark abyss

a tempting place to hide

i find no rest,

no solace here

inside this empty place



Have you tried expressing your pain and grief creatively? I encourage you to try it. Paint a picture, write a story, make a dance. It helps. It's okay to feel the pain and grieve what you have lost. Honor those feelings. Express them. Use the darkness to create.