Semicolon – by Tegan Moore -Jan 9
The darkness is cunning,
often never seen coming.
Voices discreet,
Deceit on repeat.
Are all my relationships destined to end
Family, partners, even the closest of friends.
From people I thought I couldn’t live without,
Betrayed, rejected, estranged and thrown out.
Offered my heart time and time again,
Yet loneliness and heartbreak are all that remains.
Promises of I do and always beside you,
Subsequent truth, nothing but lied to.
Yet here I am, heart in the cup of my hands,
Held together with tape, glue and rubber bands.
So many stitches and quick fixes it’s unrecognisable as what it once was,
Waiting and hoping someone still wants it with all of its flaws.
Why do I assume that makes me weak?
Tearing myself down, with the perception that my future is bleak
It’s about time that I changed my view,
I’m still holding on and standing strong,
Despite all the things I’ve been through.
I should be proud instead of discouraged,
My mind torments me, gives me no room to flourish.
But I’ll never let my life be stolen
Only way I’ll end my sentence is with a semicolon.
Managing Mayhem 