Isolation and Healing

I was alone in this pit, wading through heartache,
Finally letting myself know the change.
Feeling the resentment of being a mistake,
I felt how insignificant I’d become.
Touching my isolation unreal; there wasn’t time to take,
I existed, nothing more, couldn’t escape the pit.

As I floated alone and contemplated nothing,
I let myself drift in the flow of Sorrow,
As if I had some kind of choice in the matter.
I left everything until tomorrow.
I sought nothing, was nothing but the despair,
Made an effort to return what I borrow.

About a month or so I raged inside, made no progress
In my healing quest. When I found what I needed,
And freed myself from those chains, I felt no more duress.
I took the first step on the road to myself,
And built myself back to a person with happiness.
I felt my aching begin to subside.

Then the person that I should be came to the forefront;
No longer hidden deep in your shadow.
I realized you had been the catalyst of my flaws;
You had locked away the true me down below,
Put me into that lonely rift of isolation.
Thought that I needed you; I was wrong, now I know.

It’s been so long, though I don’t feel like it was yesterday.
Thats often said, but this story it doesn’t portray.