D A Z E D

Like Ithaca too Odysseus, you are my home.

My love for you is like the stars in the sky…

A multitude to the naked eye,

But in reality, the amount can not be quantified.

For It is far beyond human conceptualisation.

Like a collision in evening at the North Pole,

You are the wind that creates my Aurora Borealis.

I’m dancing with illumination, simply because you exist.

If my heart had hands, I’m sure it would cling to yours,

Just to be a little closer to you, to feel secure.

I am a part of you,

the proudest fact I can say to date.

He’s my hero, isn’t he great.

I can lie at peace knowing that a little piece of you, proudly resides in me

You see, you keep me safe.

In a world full of uncertainty, crippled by fear

You are my constant reminder, that true love is always sincere

and that true love will never fail or tear…

For when a person loves you, they are always near.

Numbers may not be able to quantify this deep profound love

and words will surely fail to concisely articulate all of the above.

and I may not always text you, or even call your phone….

It’s at night the emotional turmoil is rife.

Smile a little, I tell myself. You have everything you wanted right?

It’s true.

I’m surrounded by people I love and who love me…but I still feel alone.

I feel an ache of heaviness from within, like a missing piece from a puzzle.

I’m walking around empty inside, missing a part of me each day.

I try to smile and mask the pain with a laugh,

But at night I can not fool myself.

I can not fake this happy life,

I can not pretend it’s all going to be okay.

My pillow is laced with memories from my past.

I lay my head on my pillow case and I’m connected to a world of painful memories. Memories I had buried throughout the day to live a life of normality.

It comes crushing down, like a tide coming in from the ocean.

My body is embraced by a wave of sorrow, coming in much higher than expected.

There’s no lifeguard to save me, or passerby to help.

I’m alone with my thoughts and honestly she is drowning me.

I gasp for air, try to swim to stay afloat… but it doesn’t work.

I succumb to this tide and let my body crash against these memories.

My cheeks are stained from the relentless tears, and my body ceases up.

Will life continue to be this way?

Will I ever be okay?

Regrets start to swirl and my body becomes limp from the heaviness of my heart.

Sorrow takes over and I become a foreigner in my own body.

Pillow soaked and cheeks sore,