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Walk Away
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The things I write may not change the world, but they might change me. *********************************** Writing is the only thing that, when I do it, I don't feel I should be doing something else. - Gloria Stienem ************************************

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SEPTEMBER 26, 2009 2:34PM

Moment of Truth

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For a moment

I feared I'd lost you.

For a moment

I feared you were gone.

For a moment

time stopped,

holding my heart captive;

I prayed neither would move on -

not without you.

For a moment

I was afraid

this would be the day

I would find myself

in a world without you -

a world without hope,

a world without meaning,

a world without love.

In that moment -

that awful, painful moment -

I realized

the deepest, clearest truth

of our love affair.

It was always me that needed you

It was always me that loved you

It was always me that cherished you.

It was me,

alone,

in that moment.

In that moment

when you were distant,

when you were angry,

when you were closing every door,

I realized

If you walked away from me now

If you left my heart broken and bleeding

If you left my eyes drowning in oceans of salty tears

I would still be alone.

But

I would miss you

every moment.

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Amazing bittersweet words, and I have felt this way too. The realization hurts as much as the walking away.
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh, that moment. that god-awful moment.
You put it into words.
I truly love the expression of prose and poetry to express feelings. I started with it at an early age and felt like it was the most beautiful form of expression via the written word. Somewhere along the way we (America at least) lost the respect and adoration deserved by the poets of old. I still read poetry voraciously but I rarely write it except for myself. No one else seems to want or need to read it. Beauty is a dying art.

This was both achingly beautiful and art.
RATED
Thud. That one in the chest. Yup.
Gads. Beautiful fruit bearing, and the pain awakens ...
I thought of the lyrics to `Waltzing With Matilda - Matilda means that She carried a bundle. Waltzing with no leg isn't easy. I'm sad when I see people with no lower limbs. The war IUD's blow legs off bodies and shake the cranial cavity. Grey brain matter is jarred into grey jell-o mush.
a bad chemistry
Shame on nasty
insensitive folks
You are walking
Ya stand upright
Ya strong within
Thank Ya for this
Spotted, WUS - It can be a painful moment. I hope you never know it again.
Damn, WUS. Encapsulates that moment perfectly.
I typed WUS, I meant WAH! I look forward to the return of certain parts of my brain to full function.
Thank you, skeletnwmn
Blue - that was beyond kind. Thank you so very, very much.
Mission - thank you.

Arthur - once again, you honor me. Thank you.
Oh yes!! I recognize THIS moment well. Getting there is both painful and freeing. You are on the otherside of it now, but what you do with this is what counts. Take care of you and your precious heart. Namaste.
The balance struck between emotion and reality is amazing in this poem. The reality of emotion here is masterful.

Rated for great poetry.
Simply beautiful.
Rated.
Janie - I send lots of love to your sweet heart :)
Thank you, Thoth. I always appreciate your comments and your encouragement.
This made me heartsick. It is so raw and genuine. This is why I am your fan. You can take this very real moment of horror and transform it to pure art. Again I am in awe of your sensitivity, artistry, and poetic prowess. rated
Your poetry always touches my soul and awakens emotions that I know all too well. You are simply brilliant and a truly amazing woman.
"I would still be alone."
great sadness.
Thank you Tom, you have no idea how much your kindness and encouragement mean to me.
Wow, WAH. Never let love walk away.
I'm glad you're both holding on...
What a wonderful profession of absolute love. Beautifully written. Your work continues to get stronger and stronger. How great can you be?
Unbreakable, Thanks.

Elena, for you to think I am amazing is truly a compliment.
Been there , felt that, feel that, moved me to feel it again, incredible poem.
Angela, Love can be a challenge.
Duane, your encouragement and unfailing support is priceless to me. Thank you, my friend.
Oh my, how our lives seem to mesh. Your writing is so powerful and I feel as if I am there at that same place myself.
Moment of truth, no doubt.

I agree, what you do with that moment is what matters.