Awaiting Indifference

beautiful Julia I hope you find peace
a true sense of happiness you deserve it
of being a survivor , a lovely woman, and overcomer...

healing write ❤

Thank you ❤️

These hurt to read but with each one it’s like a chemo treatment blasting away the cancer ....

Courage

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The way I see it, I’m pretty sure when it’s done, I will have walked you all through my entire heartbreak and healing. While some of you have stood on the sidelines and caught my tears.

Sounds like you really loved him one time & wanted to help him out of that dark place...only, he didn't wanna leave it. :-(

Some people just aren’t capable of changing

You are heading in the right direction, because when it's over you need to move on.  Keep on writing.

All of this is excellent ... but the tenth stanza is amazing ... tight metaphor ... bravo my dear poetess ...

Thank you!! ❤️ Emotions are tricky

The way you describe taking back your space by replacing the furniture bit by bit is a really grounding way of describing reclaiming your identity and personal space. I think it's really effective, like teaching is best achieved by example. Terrific closure to the final stanzas, great sensitivity to the rendering, which has a smooth meter. Great work.

Thank you Daniel! I love your thorough analysis and your thoughts. Yes, the furniture piece (and almost everything in this poem) was exactly that, a metaphor. It makes me smile that you picked up on that. But not at all surprised...

the rearrangement of emotions, glass shards in the recycle bin
lost love, acceptance, resilience, self-love, ...
.. gaining strength

smooth flow, smart style

Nice piece L_D


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This comment is it’s own poem! Thank you!

When my first joke of a so called marriage ended, I was the one who moved out. I had no choice as she moved him in before I had chance to pack my bags. Yes the whole episode really hurt and in some ways still does, but getting out was the second best thing to ever happen to be, the first was taking my kids from her shortly after. I managed to make a fresh start and move on, yet reading this work made me think how much darker things would have been if I stayed in that house for any length of time.

I'm tempted to say to you just sell up and move out, make a new start like I did, but I presume its not as easy as that. The love you have for the home in spite of its history helps you to cope with the ghosts of the recent past. Why leave the house when it stands there like a silent friend still offering its shelter and a place to be yourself? Those old stains can be painted over, the cracks can be filled in good as new, old memories can be replaced with better ones until eventually, you realise you've created a far more perfect sanctuary that the one that stood before.

Every perfect rose deserves to grow in the perfect spot, every fallen princess deserves to be treated to a palace built on the ruins of the mad house that fell apart. Unless you decide to move on sometime soon, stand bare foot on the ground you call home and enjoy the freedom to take root exactly how you please. This time there's no horrible ogre stomping around destroying everything you are and love.

Thankfully, this was a metaphor and we did not share a home. I knew better than that..

Wow! This is amazingly put, and so relatable for many people.  The wait for indifference to settle in always seems so long. Could really feel you going through the motions... great descriptions. Excellent poem.

Thank you!