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Writing to Heal - My Poem

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I'm a writer at heart, and I've found that writing is profoundly therapeutic and cathartic for me during times of relationship grief, sadness and depression. Each word, each poem...removes a link from my chain that straps me to my former lover and my sadness. It's freeing, and I advise everyone to write, even if it's not poetry - just journal, write letters (don't send them)...let the tears be the ink for your emotional pen.


Here's a poem I recently wrote - I'm currently two months post-breakup. As you can see, my heart is still in pain...but as they say "the only way out...is through."



I think I’ll stay in bed today,

And hide beneath my quilt,

Can’t force a smile,

Or fake denial,

No, today…

I sleep with guilt.


I think I’ll cry alone today,

And let each tear drop stain,

The pillow that sinks into my face,

Salty shots of self-disgrace,

Today, I taste my shame.


I think I’ll wear your shirt today,

Drench my skin with your sweet scent,

And just like a martyred masochist,

I’ll torture my heart, and reminisce…

Today, I wear lament.


I think I’ll drink cheap wine tonight

Until my heart numbs; forgets,

The taste of your lips

On the small of my hips

Today, I kiss regret.


I almost saw the sun today,

Almost, and yet, not quite,

He peaked and peered,

Then disappeared,

And sank into the night.


I almost laughed aloud today

The sound felt faint, and weak,

But that smile, while brief,

Soaked up the grief,

Saturated cheek to cheek.


I think I’ll try to wake today

But sun, I feel so weak…

“My dearest friend,

Come take my hand,

And as we rise,

You’ll understand,

The strength you’ve been

So desperate to find,

Already dwells within your mind

Time moves slow,

But, it’s on your side,

Each day will bring

More hope, new light,

Don’t suffer in silent solitude,

Turn to friends for fortitude,

They’ll remind your

Heart just how to laugh,

And with time,

You’ll learn to grasp,

The wisdom tucked beneath the blue

With sadness, with pain,

Comes focus and view,

Next time your heart feels

Punched to death

Hang on tight, and

Take deep breaths,

My child, open your wounded eyes…

You’re stronger than you realize.

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