Aftermath - Poem by Lora Colon
Hands that I worshiped in silent reverence
Knew my terrain well, not timid in their touch,
Now the pitiful moon offers his embrace,
But I can't forget those hands I loved so much!
When I first saw my reflection in his eyes
I had to dive in, just to see where it leads,
Now I'm drowning in my tears of loneliness,
Panicking like a swimmer enmeshed in weeds
Every morning, awakened by his kisses,
I struggled to understand how this could be,
Was this mine to keep, this heaven I had found?
Then hell appeared, answering my inquiry
Why did I so foolishly gamble my heart?
I was blinded by a prize I could not win!
But only after a heart has been shattered
Can the light of truth and reason come in
Yet, I will never regret having loved him,
And I disdain the consequences of wrath,
But how do I tolerate this missing him?
Lord, give me strength to cope with the aftermath!
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