Final Storm Poem by Ellen Rose Guilaran

Truth starts to unravel itself
But I'm not concerned, honey,
I'm more concerned of my bleeding hands
As I tried to pick shards of broken glass
Of what you call heart

I'm not afraid of the spotlight
Or its dark side
I'm more concerned whether you'd be there for me
Or flee
As you tried, and grasped the reality of my
Situation

You thought it kindness to lie
Betray and cheat
You thought it better to destroy yourself
To let me heal

It's not kindness
It's not loyalty
When you were falling in love with someone else
And when you thought your pretentious ideals could save me

I don't need your saving
Or your conflicted heart
Pull me in a mess, you could not fix or digest
You let everyone control you
And you became like everyone else

I thought you different
Was too confident
That those eyes will love me for eternity
But like oceans deep or blue skies
They can be dark or grey
But they washed me out and stormed away
Time and time again

I allowed it to hurt me
Thinking love is supposed to be
But it's not the same, it's not mean meant to be
Fleeting strangers, passing by with flowing time

The last time we saw, you changed
Superficially
Is the guise you show me
And the last storm
Devasted the kind grounds I built my house in

But as much as it destroyed
And took away what I gave
It cleaned my soul, clarity it gave
Quivering in the coldness to pull the strength
I have, to face the new day as I survived the final storm