Recovery

My heart is left aching

From the thing that you did.

My soul is still reeling

From the things that you said.

You’re the fly in my ointment

When you should be the glue.

Its just salt in the wound

When I see you with him,

But the pain it will drive me

And soon I’ll be whole.

Then you’ll see me all vibrant

And glowing its true.

So like a breeze that is freshening

I’ll sweep you aside.

You’ll be nought but a mem’ry,

A pothole in my path.

That I filled with my spirit

My strength and my heart.

Like that light in the tunnel

I see my spring clearly.

I’ll wish you good health

But nothing too cheery.

🙂