The Executioner

Dear readers, my apologies for being absent for so long but this passionate poet has been exploring the realms of this world to encounter various strange and odd experiences that make her wonder even more about the existence of true passion and authenticity of connections.

Are we all wearing masks and so scared deep inside of letting go and falling?

Of note, this poem was written a few months ago but being published now!

“How will you ever know you were the one,

The only one,

Mine and only mine alone, forever more?

The one who touched my heart and made it bleed,

Who lifted my spirits, soaring high,

Who made me feel I belonged for the first time,

Who made me believe I could do anything,

Dream the most fantastical, unimaginable dreams,

And bring them to life.

I was truly yours,

Heart and soul entwined,

We breathed together as one through many lifetimes,

And would die together through many more.

This is not the end,

How could it be when I loved you so?

You vanished, despised, lamented, and railed.

You blame, challenge, deny, and forsake.

Yet, do I know your heart, beloved?

Is there a pain that gnaws deep inside?

Will you let me soothe it,

And rest your head against my bosom one last time,

Before I take my final breath, looking at our sea,

As we melt away and become part of the earth?

Will you miss me?

Will we meet again in another lifetime?

I am certain this is not the end,

It cannot be!

Yet, how can you be so ruthless and vengeful?

Does it bring you joy to wound me repeatedly?

If it does, then continue to slaughter me, my love.

What better way to die than by your hand?

I will love you anew as I rise once more,

Till we meet yet again, my love...”

~ Passionate Psychiatrist