Resolve
She said "Do not let him destroy you"
"This is not the end for you"
She said "Compose yourself"
"Get it together"
And I knew what I had to do
Wiped my tears
pushed back my shoulders
gathered my thoughts
stood tall
Packed my bags
made up my mind
Picked up the phone
and made the call
"I'm leaving you
I'm through,
I'm done dealing
With the pain
I don't even know
Why I stayed this long
You make me miserable
Crazy, insane"
Hung up the phone
gathered my keys
took one last look
walked out the door
The weight lifted
Right off my shoulders
Could be no clearer
I don't need you anymore.
Copyright 2008 - Karina
For Sunday Scribblings - Prompt "Compose"
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2 comments:
Sometimes when we compose ourselves, we realize what we've known all along. Some of the stuff we've allowed to enslave us has to go. A great little picture in writing.
Looks like you composed a whole new life there.
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