No More, Never Again, Goodbye Grief
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Written on March 5, 2025
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in the light, bruising shadows shun
the moon and stars,
the wind who blows,
the nightly wishes – rivers of hope
seaside moments, poured out on the sand
remembering the silence
of yesterday’s sin – her secrets
no longer mute, but hesitant to tell
what has been, the truth
stirs her tears, her fears, the years
overflowing with soundless dread
remembering the pain that is
all a part of what was, what has been
her heritage, the sting of a past
where she shed her tears
in the quiet, overcast by the clouds
who loom above, revealing
darkness who reminds the night
what is to come, the anger
the rage, the muted breath of grief
a hope growing dim on the edges
of a heart who once loved,
a heart who has been defeated
with leftover resentment,
p r o v o k i n g expressions of shame
darkening the web of despair
where her colors came into play,
revealing light, lingering
feelings of yesterday’s glittering
still, like the rivers of a dream
fading into the music,
songs of her destiny, defeated
by the ebb and flow of a heavy heart,
as the ripple effect of fists
blows come to those who remember
stunned by the crack of knuckles
against the naked cheek,
the blows are wise like the black earth
staggered by the fury, the cries
teasing him with the music of a feeling
faded into the quiet, blinded
by the eastern skies, the indigo
matched by the sunken bruises,
defending the nights
when he was her king
she was like a star in the sky
breathing tenderly
as the moments flew
and finally she knew
he was the shadow of her sorrow,
hurting like the whisper of a breath
who subsides by the seas
remembering the night when passions
burned and the teasing sun
poured over her skin, melting away
every fear, all the tears
but she can see him, there in the mirror
reminding her why
she is saying never again
the feeling has passed and love
it won’t last when the hurt is more
a touch, flirting with fragility
her wings, broken by the memories
furious and colored in scarlet
tears, bleeding doubt
and remembering the damage
prepared by the punches
the prayers still float in her heart
as she makes a decision
no more cruelty
no more futility
no more – as she begins to see
this is not love
this is a hard place
where nights are chaotic
and tears flow, like rivers
bleeding into the seas
soundless streams of defeat,
a silent promise
she will never again be
the punching bag,
the injury – the battered
who silently agrees
to believe even though she can see
he will never change
he will never see
she just needs peace
she just needs to see
love that never bleeds
love that never screams
love that never weeps
love, it’s time to leave
admit defeat –
finally see, without him
she’s still complete.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2025
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