Like toxic waste into the sea
I know. I know. Yes. I had it coming. That doesn't make it any less surprising.
Or less painful.
So ends an era in my life. Now, deeply, echoes an empty rumble through my psyche's rough-hewn network of cavern, mine, and pit. Light shines through cracks in the granite walls; too often do I from it turn to wander back into the sun-starved stone.
It is comforting in a way, the loneliness. It lets me feel justified to bear a sentiment of betrayal... So strong a word. I waver in its application.
Really, I should have seen it all along.
It's over now, though. The thing is done. Let the wounds heal and not fester. Let distraction and self-condemnation be replaced by diligent industry, for there is, yet, much work to be done.
So very much.
One finds there is a cost to all inaction.
Or less painful.
So ends an era in my life. Now, deeply, echoes an empty rumble through my psyche's rough-hewn network of cavern, mine, and pit. Light shines through cracks in the granite walls; too often do I from it turn to wander back into the sun-starved stone.
It is comforting in a way, the loneliness. It lets me feel justified to bear a sentiment of betrayal... So strong a word. I waver in its application.
Really, I should have seen it all along.
It's over now, though. The thing is done. Let the wounds heal and not fester. Let distraction and self-condemnation be replaced by diligent industry, for there is, yet, much work to be done.
So very much.
One finds there is a cost to all inaction.