After I lost the home I loved and cherished, I lost a part of me that died along with it. Most people would say it probably was my innocence, but no, that one was already taken from me long before I could even understand what it meant. This one was in my experience much worse, this one wasn’t solved by creating a safe haven or a way of protecting oneself in the physical world. That was a battle I was able to fight, that was a battle full of decay but dissolved by taking back control of my body and thereby my mind, eliminating someone else’s darkness by keep on shining my light. You dying made me fight a battle that was completely out of body and mind, it was on a level of emotions which in that moment completely left me in the dark. You dying made me lose all the trust I had in the people that I love, losing you made me question everything I ever knew, because I trusted you blind. When you died, you took with you the truth about what happened and till this day I still don’t know what went down in that place you were found. Everything about your death is still a mystery. Did somebody take your life or did you actually do it by yourself? How did it happen? Did you trust the wrong person or did you knew you were selling a lie? Were you scared, did you know what was going on? Honestly I can’t imagine you stepping out of it all, but at the same time I never imagined you doing all the things that led up to your death. I still remember the day you never came home, I can still hear the sounds of you waking up and getting ready in the morning while making sure I heard every move you made so I would get up too.. of course I didn’t and you supposedly left for work without me seeing you one more time. Little did I know that it would be the last time I could ever hear you alive. Little did I know I wouldn’t be able to see you ever again. My last memory of you contains the horrible reality of not being able to recognize any of the things I saw or smelled of what was left of you, or even the stories I heard that followed after you passed away. I never saw your face again, never saw a piece of skin I could touch, never found the home I begged for or even a glimpse of who I loved. Who could’ve thought that the one and only person I trusted, I depended on, I counted on, would be able to break those parts of me so violently. Parts of me I couldn’t grab with my hands or make sure no one could ever touch it again. I was defenseless in fighting the pain.
It has been 8 years after this all went down and for the first time I can feel the hurt slowly leaving me. It has numbed my body and mind for a very long time. These 8 years have been out of total control, moving from home to home and from couch to couch, family, friends and strangers. It has been 8 years of being misunderstood by everybody that I knew, 8 years of myself not understanding any of the things I heard, 8 years of not believing any of the things I saw, 8 years of hurting everybody because I was in pain and most of all 8 years of hurting myself in all possible ways. I experienced all the extremes of life by not dealing with life but trying to escape it all the time whether it was with other people or in the end all by myself giving into addictions. Since this year I finally started to create a home for myself, I’m allowing myself to ground into the person I really am, the person I was before all the hurt, before I was damaged by it all. I have no wish for any skeletons in my closet, in my own home there is no room left for undealt feelings, in my new home I make sure that every corner is filled with love. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still crying my eyes out while writing this because I never before looked at this all like I do now. But I choose to heal even the parts that hurt the most, the parts that run so deep I was lost for years. But releasing you is something I have to do, I have to let you go and I have to give you up. I have to admit that you weren’t always right eventhough you tried or thought that you were, I have to be honest about you and that the way you left life has hurt me profoundly and in more ways than the obvious ones. The circumstances under which you died say nothing about the beautiful, loving person you were and writing this doesn’t take away that you will always be the woman of my dreams, the one person I never wanted to leave and just like I always told you when I was still a little kid: you are the love of my life, you are forever my bride and I will love you to eternity. But the wish to heal myself is stronger than any other thing I feel. I won’t forget I chose to be here on earth and I will do so by being the best version of myself I could possibly be.
this one is from the heart
don’t care if it’s written right or wrong
if it rhymes or make sense
this is part of my truth