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You expect
Trust
And respect
But return none
We reject
Your brand of ‘fun’
You use
You abuse
You lie
Our kids cry
We ask why
You deny
We all lose
We’re done
Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
A memory flashes
Gathers rust
And crashes
You cannot resurrect
Respect
And trust
They’re bust
Gone
Goodbye
There is a lot of pain in those words, but how beautifully you have put them together. Much love xxx
Thank you. Moving past that point – had to before I could bring myself to publish! x
Could be a poem for some parts of my life this year too xox
Sorry to hear that, but #solidarity. Thanks for your comments and support x
So so sorry about how this has all gone. But your words..they are marvellous and I hope, in their own way, healing. Love to you. D xx
Thank you, Denyse. Words have most definitely helped this year.
This is saw raw and real, Em. Thank you for sharing this part of the journey. There’s a lot of pain there that I hope heals quickly. Lots of love.
Thank you for your kind words. Love definitely felt!
Sounds like you and you’re family are going through a lot Em, I’m sorry to hear that; I hope writing about it brings you some comfort x
Thanks, Sarah – it has helped a lot. Most of this sort of stuff was written months ago – couldn’t publish until I felt comfortable with it being out in the world. x
Oh Em! Sending you big hugs. The planets must of aligned of late as I can relate to the pressures. Hoping it all dissolves one day – we’ll drink champagne when it does xx #teamIBOT
YES to champagne dates. Yes yes yes. x