Waltz of Life

A poem about love, heart break, healing and being guarded in the process.

I count the times
We held hands
I count the countless
The good and jolly days
I tear for the rough memories
I weep and laugh
All at once
I feel beaten and week
Hurt and sick
Tears stream down my neck
And my face crumbles into my hands
With deeper and uglier wrinkles
My soul scatters into tiny pieces
dragging the smoke longer in my lung
Until it burns and numbs
Until the room covers in fog
Swigging neat scotch
Firing the alcohol with my lighter
Burning down until the unburnt
Purest core of me comes out
Wiser from the lessons
Braver from the stitches
Yet colder and hardened
To love again and trust
Yet edged like blades
Cutting through new lovers
Wounding open hearts
Swinging like a warrior
Striking like a fighter
There I go on and on
Hurting and healing again and again
Dancing the waltz of life
Season to season.