Give up.

I give up.

I give into the pain tearing me apart from the inside out.

My heart has been ripped to shreds, stomped upon and scattered to the wind.

My love, my soul-mate, my heart's desire calls others 'sweetheart', tells them they are lovely.
Asks for pictures and cell phone numbers.
Tell them they are missed and longs to be close to them.

I no longer mean anything more than someone to cook and clean.
A nanny to our boys.

How can I mean so little so soon?

How will I go on?

Please stomp a little harder,
                   I can still breathe.

The Path

I walk along my path, sometimes there are turns. Dips and potholes. Sometimes there are hills to climb leading to a beautiful vista. Always going on. Winding its way through life. Between trees, around lakes, next to gurgling streams but always leading on.

I may wish to sit and wait for someone to carry me, but I walk on. This is my choice. My choice isto be strong, to find out how strong I really am. To push on through the pain, to see what's on the other side of this hill. As I look up I see my soulmate just standing there waiting for me to reach out and take his hand. The promise of help and support shining through his blue eyes. My babies racing on ahead, busily exploring their world, learning and growing. My bestfriends are there too. All I had to do was look up and around me. I'm not alone on this path. For now our paths all walk side by side.