the process

i held on to everything he said
like his words were my oxygen
yet he was the one who took my breath away

how ironic
that the one who made me the happiest
is also the one who stripped me of all joy

warmth from the sunlight
turned into a cool breeze on my face
and the daylight faded just as quickly as it came
and a permanent darkness appeared

it was as if someone flipped the light switch in my eyes
it was as if someone unplugged my energy cord
it was as if someone cut the wires that lead to my happiness

but in my darkest hour, i found the moonlight
in my lowest valley, i found forgiveness
in my head, i found courage

courage to move on,
courage to close broken doors,
courage to breathe on my own