Jilted Love
A poem.
I am a jilted lover
and a slave to my emotions.
Emotions, swirling around
like a never-ending
storm cycle,
engulf me.
Me, afraid to move.
They keep swirling.
I am a prisoner of my emotions,
afraid to feel,
some days, trapped
in a silent secluded cave.
Afraid to be.
Me.
Afraid to love effortlessly
and abundantly.
Shamed.
Lowered eyes.
My emotions whisper, “Deal with it.”
And it hurts,
as all hope fades away and dies.
Then,
Acceptance.
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