Lost Love

The famous poet Alfred Tennyson said it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Initially When I heard this I thought it was utter crap ; Who wants to invest their time into someone and have their heart broken? Why not just avoid love altogether I thought, Silly fools! Easier said than done.
When you start falling in love with someone you don’t even realize it, it really just happens outta nowhere. You become engulfed in total bliss & pure happiness, you feel complete. It is really an indescribable feeling. When I fell in love I had finally realized what Tennyson meant, love is a beautiful thing. I was waking up every day with thoughts of this one person on my mind, happy everyday and content in knowing that someone had a strong love for me. Then things fell apart. He cheated. I was heartbroken, devastated to say the least.
Imagine investing your time and energy into something just to have it fall apart in front your eyes. It was really one if the most traumatic things that had ever happened to me. I felt broken, like I had lost a big piece of me. I constantly tried to make sense of the situation and almost went crazy doing so because there was no logic behind his deception. I was really left in a hopeless place with nothing but despair and tears. I felt like there was no coming back from this like I would be broken forever and the remnants of this shattered heart would last forever.
But one day something clicked in me and I realized I couldn’t lose myself over lost love.
You have to look at it like this, when a mirror is cracked and is repaired no matter what it is no longer its former self whether it is stronger or stained with a scar. What is taken from this action of repair or the scorn of the scar is a lesson which is more valuable than anything one could hope for.
I realized that this feeling of brokenness was nothing more than mind over matter. Of course it sucked when it happened and in the back of my mind there is a chance that it would always hurt at least a little. However, it didn’t make sense to dwell on the pain of lost love. It made more sense to cherish the fact that I allowed myself to love so wholehearted and with so much power.
I learned to forgive him not for the sake of letting him back into my life but I forgave for the sake of my heart and sanity. I realized I didn’t have to walk around with the burning pain in my mind and heart because this pain could lead to resentment and resentment could lead to fear of love and depriving me of true love would really be the ultimate punishment. i came to the realization that I had to just live , let go and move on.
By the end of my heartbreak I had fully understood what Alfred Tennyson meant; lost love is either a blessing or lesson. It can be really devastating when it happens but the strength you regain when you pull through it is a beautiful thing. You prove to yourself how courageous and brave you are to not allow yourself to remain broken. You really see what beauty can come from tragedy. You really learn never to give upon yourself, that you can make it through the darkest of times by just believing that you can.

The Caged Canary

it was like a vivid reflection of my former self
i froze in awe 

every word 

every tear
my brokenness duplicated
i cringed with each sob

i could feel it

because I felt it

i used to be her 

i used to hurt

i used to question 

why

why me

blank.
no answer
even now
i stopped asking why
and asked
how
willI restore my soul
rediscover myself
be whole again
the road to recovery isn’t paved smoothly
nor is it easy
to leave behind what once brought joy
and comfort
but I packed my bags
filled them with hope and faith
left behind the resentment and hate
the bitterness and fear
gathered my shattered self
and was off
to restoration
to redemption
on a road to rescue myself
from myself
I’m not quite there
but I’m not far away
once she lets go of the fear of being lonely
and realizes that she deserves to be happy
she can be on her way
I got there
and so will she.
she doesn’t know it 

she doesn’t believe it 

at the moment
the pain is unbearable
the tears are unstoppable
the pain from being slapped with deceit still resonates
but one day her smile will be genuine 
and she’ll be her own heroin 

but only when she realizes the only person that can save her 
Is her.