I walked right back into the furnace.
How can one engrave healing by walking the same path that made them sick?
I find myself at odds because familiarity draws me,
yet it threatens my very existence with one soft blow to my foundation...
Then I have nothing, I feel nothing and I fear nothing.
There is emptiness within me,
and it is not because of your absence
But more like shame...
Ashamed of my moment of weakness,
threatening to destroy that which was beautifully crafted over time.
For familiarity really is the downfall of many,
and wanting what I had, blindsided me.
For it was in the moment of weakness that all reason seized to exit,
Yet one cannot account for the lost time
let alone cherish the memories.
Like a curse, everything was tainted.
For what was meant to be treasured was beautifully ravaged,
Devoured by "I want it now"...
for in wanting, sustainability was not part of the list,
and so then, what could've been diamonds received no pressure,
and so shall the coal burn to hopefully warm what has been turned to stone
because in wanting...I forgot to look out for number 1
and almost lost it all.
Turns out, there is an art to losing...
