After 15 years of marriage, my marriage finally fell apart. It wasn't sudden, nor was it unexpected, rather, it was more like a "death by a thousand cuts".
"Death by a thousand cuts"
At first, those moments when words are left hanging,
each lover stuck in their own understanding.
Like birds of prey, words when spoken in anger,
have claws, beaks sharper than a dagger.
The little things, once ever so endearing,
slowly transform, and become irritating.
When and why the transformation begins,
a lovers mystery, yet so very damaging.
The cutting begins, when a lover stops sharing,
intimate thoughts, and gestures of caring,
holding back when the heart says to give,
mistrusting and doubt, when love says: believe.
One cut after the other, now each lover,
inflict on themselves and on the other,
the small, quiet voice of the love they once shared,
silenced by pain and hearts impaired.
Eventually, no words can be found,
no gestures, no common ground,
for the lovers to rise above their scars,
to forget their battles, to forget their wars.
Death by a thousand cuts; perhaps rather slow,
and less brutal as far as death's go;
but death none the less, of a love once shared,
never to be restored, never to be repaired.
Love, though a many splendored thing,
has no guarantees in its offering,
up to each lover, is the undertaking,
to nourish their love, to prevent it from fading.
(Citizen Z)
If you are going through, or have lost a love, I would like to offer these words of comfort:
“Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion.”
(Dylan Thomas)
My view is that though the love we shared with someone may have ended, our ability to love or to be loved, does not.
(This small painting is called: "One day I'll fly away". Don't ask me why, the words just showed up..... :)
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