A Poem That Convinced Me To Keep Fighting
I found this poem in one of my journals last week. I wasn’t looking for it; I was just looking to start writing in a journal again. I wrote this last fall in my outpatient program. I remember this being one of the biggest steps in my road to recovery because I was finally allowing myself to do something that I love. Writing Poetry.
To my husband who I love so much;
You have shown me that you will be
here no matter how rough.
True love is not the feeling you get
when running off to a ball.
True love is the feeling you get
when laying on the kitchen floor
together supporting each other in their
Fall is the cooling breeze of change
When the leaves transform
When the light sweaters are packed
When our surroundings start to age and
Faded, is how my soul feels to my body
Drifting away with no return to its past.
Until, at last. Laying on the kitchen floor,
with you, my husband,
makes me want to last.
Rereading this poem gave me some flashbacks because whenever I read one of my poems, I know where I wrote it. This time I not only knew where I wrote it, but I remember all the emotions I had writing it.