Truth
Faced with the truth one can feel bruised,
dejected, cut down and confused.
Wanting to rewind the past
hoping the feeling won’t last.
Not able to swallow or to believe
that niggling feeling, that just won’t leave.
The day is the same no object in disarray.
Routine has not changed and night has turned to day.
Standards obscured, puzzled and sad,
crossing my fingers, praying it’s a fad,
Distraction temporarily soothes the ache,
but will it prevent the final heartbreak?
Copyright © Sunshine White | Year Posted 2017
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