Heartache, Send it Away/Poem by MwsR

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With matters of the heart

Here comes heartache that smears and leaves inside a huge mark

Unaware as people are

No one notices, really

They try to function day-to-day

 Little do they know

There is no warning sign

No flashing light.

Heartache creeps in

It replaces where trust once stayed

It is almost like it packs a bag,

It is not going anywhere soon.

Little by little the changes seem

To little really to place blame

As if the heart was made of steel

People excuse that deep down, how they feel.

They don’t understand it all

Or they would run away, even crawl.

No one likes heartache, no one needs it either

It is sadly though a fact of life

Somewhere along in your own life you have had it come

It stays for a while and then some

Leaving in its place things that barely function any more,

Things like trust, like pleasure, like joy.

Sometimes it sinks into the walls of the heart

It does not hesitate at all.

 However, heartache can be put in the back of your heart, sometimes

That place where you avoid going unless something triggers it

The avoidance does not extinguish it,

All it does is give a person a little while to feel the right way again

To enjoy something that they hadn’t been

In a sort of way, it allows them to pretend.

So if you see heartache coming for a visit,

Turn it away, don’t let it stay

Show it your heart and its courage,

Its fight.

Then, and only then will you eventually be alright.

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Mws R

"If you are going to write, write from the heart." MwsR "Life has not been the easiest, but it could have been worse!" MwsR Life is about doing all you can to help others. Don't go chasing rainbows, make your own pot of gold. Love, Hope, Faith, the greatest of these is Love!

7 thoughts on “Heartache, Send it Away/Poem by MwsR”

  1. Acceptance is the answer. When my Mom died unexpectedly at a youthful (in my family’s terms) 79, at least 15 years prematurely, I knew that, amid several other survival crises at the time, I simply had to accept and let it go. It sounds unloving harsh, but it kept me sane. Under the circumstances. When I was cheated out of a few million in my currency on July 15, leaving us destitute, with me on disability ex-wheelchair, I sulked for two weeks, rebooted myself, put God’s praise on my lips. If I hadn’t decisively dealt with the heartache, I may have ripped out my pulses with a tyre lever by now. Sometimes, hard as it is, one needs to realise that self-preservation depends upon acceptance and moving on.

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