Broken in Pieces

For better or worse
We vowed
The glorious better was the best
Magical, surprising, thrilling
Pinch me again and again
I would say
For I was dreaming

The worse did come
As we knew it would
Nothing ever stays the same
A shift in you
A sharpening of those edges
More and more demanding
Civility forgotten

Time went by
Hours to days to weeks
Turning into months and years
The worse worsened
And I hungered for freedom
Neither side happy
But extrication was made impossible

Vows weaponized and laced with guilt
Constantly haunting
Doing the same thing over again
Expecting a different result. Insanity indeed
I came to despise you because it gave me
The strength to leave you
Liberating me from your control

Released from the ties that bind
I saw us clearly. Broken
Gluing the pieces back together with golden lacquer
Rejoicing in our journey of imperfections, a thought
Change came at a price I was willing to pay
I had to hate you in order to love myself
And then I could maybe like you again


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I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

10 thoughts on “Broken in Pieces

    1. Thanks Jody. I think it’s relatable for many. It’s too easy to give to the point of losing yourself in the process. I still have PTSD from that situation. I am sorry you have been there too 💔

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