A few sleepless nights ago
I was embraced by
nothingness
Indulged and caged
With nothing but a dull sentiment
I was not hurt
I was not pained
I was simply distant
With no reasons

One day I will be different.
One day things will change.
You will no longer hold power over me,
The power that you cannot see.
You will no longer haunt my dreams,
The dreams will cease to be.
My thoughts will no longer be plagued by you.
These will disappear as I age.
One day I will be new,
I will not be the girl you once knew;
The girl that you once broke,
And as for you-
You will be nothing but a very distant memory.

when I stop
and
just let the
silence
be. . .

everything
is ok:

the tattered
tarp partially
buried in
the
hillside is
ok

the broken
bough used
as a toy
by the
poor
children is
ok

the
jaggedly
chopped
tree stump
by the
parked
car is
ok

the
unevenly
placed
stairs
that force
you to
change
your gait
are
ok

the
distant
tower
with the
blinking
light
is
ok

the
solitude
among
other
mortals
is
ok

the
whelming
sense of
being
lost is
ok

the
neat
glass of
scotch
from the
isle of
skye is
ok

the
divorced
lesbian
with two
kids at
the end
of her
rope
is
ok

the
minuscule
fly that
landed
on my
forehead
in the
bathroom
this
morning
is
ok

everything
is
ok

even the
things
that
aren't

they're
ok too

how long before im just a distant memory?

No one catch up to me
I am far too gone

There is no map to place I go
There are no lingering footsteps to where I am

You'd miss me
for a day or two
but then, time fixes it
and I'd be a distant memory