When It Hurts to Stay

The clouds silently mourned blue showers when my feet halfheartedly hit the concrete floor.

My unconscious apathy had a mysterious way of castrating the morning sunlight.

It hurt to stay connected to the emerging rainbow’s future optimism, when the obvious pain of rejection, trampled the covenant of truth.

My “hope” went belly up, downstream, each time my sails ended up shipwrecked on a remote island.

Those failed missions left an an avalanche of sadness, without the comforts of the birds serenading me over breathtaking skies and crystal clear living waters.

Instead, my clogged drain left a swampy pit of fruit flies that draped my potential, devoured my possibilities, and drowned my passion.

My flesh burned in silence.

There wasn’t any traces of beauty dancing on the notes of these ashes.

Life had exposed my fears.

Love had promised to stay.

Loss had prevailed in the crevices of uncertainty.

Today, I peeked out the blinds to “see” if my realities had shifted into 2020.

I wanted to see if love was waiting to bloom in the empty spaces of a Unicorn heart’s.

I wanted to see if the barren trees were able to produce in the harshness of January.

I wanted to see if new horizons were realigning against the same familiar backdrop.

Sometimes, we stay “connected“ way longer than we should to old faithful ways.

Last night, I laid in familiar arms that literally took my breath away, because I know that those arms will NEVER be able to fully support the weight of my love again.

The oil spill from that undetected Solar Eclipse left stained prints on the moon of my overwhelmed emotions and a crater of desperation consumed my throat.

Don’t drown in the celestial galaxies of “WISHING & WAITING!”

It will NEVER come, unless you push through the pain of staying!

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