Today as I was crossing the street I hoped that every car that passed me by would offer me the kindness of running me over.
It’s lunch time here but after choking back days of crushing sadness, I can’t seem to find an appetite. Do you find it hard to swallow? Actually, don’t answer that, it’s probably best that I don’t know.
John, can you believe it? That all these people just exist and keep existing as the world crumbles and falls apart? Don’t they know it’s over?
I remembered that the desert is cold at night and open.. like a barren ocean. This is exactly how I feel, John. Speaking of, did you know The Great Barrier Reef is dying? They’re calling it a “mass bleaching event”. The coral turns ivory white when it dies. It becomes the ocean’s bones and then the ocean’s dust. I’m convinced there’s no respite in this entire world.
If you do come back, can you promise that I will never find out? In fact, can you disappear altogether? Just vanish? It seems like a lot to ask, I know, but how else am I expected to survive?
John, I.. I feel as though, you’ve let me walk into this black hole. I wish you had warned me..
Yes, yes, I know.
You’re right.
I always knew this would happen, I just wasn’t ready to let go.
– sheila c.
sheila sea 
There’s a simple type of beauty found within a broken heart. I too know that pain.
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Thank you, Amber. 💜
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You’ve become prolific of late. I hope it’s because of the National Poetry Month challenge, and not because of brokenness. The last three? Poignant, fragrant, and penetrating. But then, a rose permeates the room when it is crushed. Ever taste rose-petal jam? Delicious, but the same process.
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Ahhhhh, Skip! No, no, not brokenness. Ruminating on old wounds, I suppose. Your comment could be published as prose. You wow me with your poetic prowess! I have not had rose-petal jam, it sounds amazing. I don’t even know how I would go about obtaining it but I like look into it. Thank you, as always, for sharing your thoughts. 🙂
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this is like the first ‘dear john’ i’ve ever read. here’s some heart medicine for ya beamed through the internetz. 🍷
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Thank you. The first really? I’ll take the honor. 💜
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Heartbreaking. But I feel it. I’ve been here. Hugs. ❤️
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💜💜
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Exactly. How do they all go on? Can’t they hear me shouting on the inside? Great piece.
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Thank you, Julie. 💜
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Thanks for sharing your soul whether inspired by current or past pain, all of life makes us better writers and survivors I suppose. Love to you girlfriend!!!
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It’s my pleasure, Suzanne. Life does have a way of molding us and growing us the way it wills. Here’s hoping we have nothing but goodness in store. :))
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Yay! I like that thought. 🙂
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take me back there.. what is the most vivid memory from that moment?
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Beautiful.
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As I grasp every word
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This is so crushing and beautiful. Just like the black hole images that we see sometimes.
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Thank you I’m glad you find it both crushing and beautiful. Sometimes the two go hand and hand for me.
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Oh yes. I realize that. You extract great beauty from this “conflict”.
Your Poetry has a singular power.
Thanks for following my blog. I must ask, did you read Portuguese?
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I do! I read it better than I speak it. I learned many years ago. It’s a beautiful language. I’m fluent in Spanish, as well.
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Oh. This great. É bom saber que consegue ler meus textos. Realmente fiquei muito bem impressionado com sua Poesia, Sheila.
Quem sabe eu possa te recomendar alguns poetas brasileiros.
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This reminds me of that song, The End of the World by Skeeter Davis. If you haven’t heard it you should look it up. I can see similar heartbreak between the two pieces, and know that pain myself. Keep up the good work 🙂
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Thank you! I’m going to check out that song. I don’t think I’ve heard it.
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Oh Gods! The world seems an empty place when your heart is broken. Dead, pointless, useless… I know that feeling. I also know that things will get better, maybe not soon, but things will get better for you, someday..
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Haha, it’s okay. This is my creative writing not a journal. I usually pull from past experiences or stories I hear.. It’s easy for me empathize.
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Your writing is beautiful! Thank you for sharing it 🙂 I always look forward to seeing a new post from you!
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Thank you, I really appreciate that. I hope I can keep writings things that you look forward too. 🙂
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Beautiful, poignant and little melancholy.
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Thank you, those are all my favorite adjectives. 🙂
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😊😊😊
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words of beauty that appear to conjure up abject despair in a world where it’s beauty is being stripped away piece by piece.
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*sigh* it’s a hard world to live in sometimes. thank you for the lovely compliment. 🙂
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life can be made easier through opening your heart to all and just basking in the love of all things without attachment to anything. Reside in the bliss that is your amazing soul and kindness.
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