Left Behind – April, 24, 2019

Fresh off the boat,

And jipped.

As the anger builds

Remind yourself by the minute,

The second,

The every waking moment,

You’re suffering,

An inconsolable pain.

Maybe, that way,

You won’t find yourself

Right back where you began

Thirty years the later.

Searching for the pieces,

A puzzle hanging in time.

You’ll feel the urge to shut down,

Run from it.

Something you just can’t accept,

Nor grasp.

You must find a way to

Stand up tall or crumble,

But face it.

You’ll eventually see

The light peak over the hilltop,

As the sun rises and sets on queue.

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