Lots of memories resurfacing.
Past triumphs and hurts.

A little embarrassed of a few things.
Still hurt by several things.
Very ready to forget lots of things.

Recent stresses
buried tears
and old wounds.

So unsure of so many things.
So confused, so worried.
So over it.

Continually struck by the unfairness of it all.
Continually surrounded by reminders.
Continually wishing that vindication could be (slightly) mine.

Knowing that I'm just going to have to hurt for a while.
Don't like it. Can't change it.
Wishing, hoping, dreaming, praying - nice distractions.
Working, crying, trying, paying - this is real life.

And now,
like any good heartbroken fool,
I've resorted to terrible poetry
in an attempt to get some of the hurt out.


Sarah :: Plucky in Love

Sarah, aka "Plucky", blogs on the reg, unless she's on vacation or there's a Pretty Little Liars marathon or she's mulling over the implications of the phrase "on fleek." She can't live without iced coffee, a portable phone charger, or equal pay. Say hello!

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