In the quiet of the night, I lay awake,
My heart shattered, feeling so opaque.
Once filled with love, now torn apart,
I struggle to mend this broken heart.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Your absence, a void, hard to ignore,
I miss you more than ever before.
Each memory a dagger, piercing deep,
Leaving scars that make it hard to sleep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I try to smile, to hide the pain,
But inside, I feel like I’m going insane.
The laughter we shared, now echoes in my mind,
A cruel reminder of what I left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I pick up the pieces, one by one,
Trying to find solace in what’s done.
But the ache remains, a constant ache,
As I navigate this heartbreak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet in the darkness, a glimmer of hope,
A chance to heal, a way to cope.
I’ll take it slow, step by step,
Finding strength in each breath I take.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’ll let myself feel, let the tears flow,
Knowing that healing takes time to grow.
And though it hurts now, I’ll rise above,
Stronger, wiser, filled with love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
For every ending, a new beginning awaits,
I’ll embrace the journey, no matter the stakes.
And one day, I’ll look back and see,
That this heartbreak was meant to set me free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
by Walking Shadow Poetry<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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