Bare

It’s hard.
Hard to be strong.
To be the tough of tough.
After everything.
After two tiny thumps are no longer.
The feeling of being sucked into a black hole.
Trying to mask the curled up being in the dark corner.
Trying to light the match again.
It’s too windy inside the room of your heart, but you try to light the wildfire.
Too moist in the atmosphere anyway, it couldn’t work if I tried.
Laying in a prison hole.
Looking up at absolutely nothing.
You see nothing,
You feel nothing,
You think nothing,
Smell nothing,
Absolute silence.
Soul ripped out,
Bare,
Exposed
And Weak.

“Why?”
“What did I do to deserve this?”
So precious,
yet I’ll never see.
“Why was I teased?”
I don’t want it anymore.
I don’t want the heartbreak.
The reminder of not being a mother.
Not once,
But twice.
If it was meant to be then okay.
Although I’ll tell you i won’t try again.
I’m good without heartbreaks.
It’s hard.
Hard to be tough,
But tough I shall be.