Days

The first days are the hardest
So it is said
The first days as you struggle
To get them out of your head
You've never known such pain
Never in your life
It like being stabbed
Repeatedly with a knife
The truth though is harder
Cannot be described
A description so vivid
Cannot be devised
Time is a healer, you know
A healer, it is true
But time isn't on your side
When this you're going through
You feel you want to burst
You want so much to talk
But what you want and they
Is much like cheese and chalk
You've written your final letters
You've said your last goodbyes
For a moment you've managed
To hold to your disguise
But now it's over
The gods have drawn the line
Theirs is their freedom
The loss is all mine


Terry Rhiannyr
January, 2013