Rejection… I stood perplexed.
Fire… I burned it all.
Waited… As the smoke cleared.
I called.
I looked.
I yelled into the darkness.
I tried to make you see.
The smoke burned my lungs.
My eyes hurt swollen and red.
The fire has finally stopped.
The embers are now cool.
I see your blurry figment.
I still see your anger.
I still see your pain.
Can you still feel mine?
I feel your hurt.
I long to give comfort.
Restoration is a dream.
I fall to my knees.
I beg.
I plead.
I put my words into the universe.
Crawling… My knees are black with soot.
Seeking… The forgiveness only you can offer.
Realization… You are not there.
Your figment was just that.
An image only I could see.
I’ve been talking to myself.
Humility sets in.
I wasted my time.
I question my life.
What do I do?
“Rise… And Shine” he sings.
“It’s wake up time…”
“Time to open up your eyes.”
I look with a new perspective.
The embers once burning hot filled with the passion of hate, are now cold.
Restoration is no longer feasible.
I put down the shovel.
Learning… I try to grow and be different.
Moving… Stumbling at first, but more bold each step.
Living… Because of you. Without you.
I walk away.
Goodbye.
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*I must give credit for the words are not all mine. Please listen to my heart and this poems insperation:
The not so pretty truth 
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