Tough Love
There is a great hole in my heart where you fell through.
I can see you still falling deeper and deeper, wondering where
the bottom is, or if there is a bottom.
They say you have to hit bottom before you can rise again,
I pray for the bottom.
I pray for your assent, yet you continue to fall, deeper and deeper
into the dark chasm, clutching onto torment, agony and despair,
which you have mistaken for happiness.
My love for you is not enough to raise you from this hopelessness;
My love must not only be strong, it must be tough.
January 4, 2017
Copyright © Paulette Calasibetta | Year Posted 2017
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