Temporary

If I'm not fought for, 
then I know I'm just a moment.  

A moment in your life 
when you needed someone 
and I was there.   

A phase...  

A chapter...  

A temporary filler 
for whatever hole 
you couldn't manage 
to fill yourself.  

Used, released, and left to question 
everything I must have done wrong. 



Originally posted 12/14/22
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7 thoughts on “Temporary”

  2. It sucks that once we were or they were the most important person, the most loved, it it didn’t last. Fireworks are beautiful but short lived. I ask myself, do I prefer the nonexistent of fireworks. My answer is no, at least I was crashed and burned an splendid once (or twice or thrice…).

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  3. Hey – I read a quote this week about how our anger is “love without a home”… and wondered if protecting our wounded selves and writing about those awful experiences is an endless cycle. If we are the only ones who protect ourselves then, how can we ever stop keeping those memories alive? Can we ever possibly love while we cling to that anger that keeps us from being victims? Maybe being broken is our power.

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    • I think that traumas make us stronger as individuals…
      I also think that the remembrance of awful experiences act as reminders for us to appreciate the good in this world. So yes… I know that I can love while still holding onto anger. Anger makes me more passionate. I’d rather feel anger than nothing at all.

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