Will I ever find what has been lost?
In months and years I count the cost,
Of trusting one who tore me down,
Who lied, abused and kicked around.
One who would never admit a wrong,
I stayed in that place for way too long.
It's me who questions myself every day,
Wondering what ever made me stay,
In an unhappy place so filled with dread,
Lost and broken, my heart and my head.
As hard as I try, I can't leave it behind,
That which was lost I've been unable to find.
But to trust, to love, to believe once more,
I may have to open the window and slam the door.
TLA
1/14/16
