A Fall From Grace - Poem

Why do old miseries come back?
Eagerly recycling through my veins
To hit me stronger than a heart attack?
In light of the many years that have past,
Emphasizes the agony in this unsought for setback.

Cause I’ve been greatly high and divine.
How does one split second bring back sorrow that affects me heavier than an entire bottle of wine?
When it’s just history that made my soul not feel alive.
But I guess it debuts every now and again I take a glimpse back at my life. 

Remembering a love that allured my heart to run straight to forever.
When instead, I should’ve just called the damn coroner.
To come bag me up before I got run over.
Or to stop me from the actual forever that never endeavored.
Cause now I feel like shit whenever I remember.
Those god damn ghosts that fancy haunting me whenever.
I just wish that they would forget me altogether.

For the mere sake that I revived myself from those fatalish wounds.
I didn’t put a bandaid over an arterial laceration.
Or bury my broken heart just to go back to seek some type of validation.

I went to hell and found my own way into heaven.
I lead my own life, I don’t try to pursue any justification.
So of course I’d question how I got caught back into the web of this mental situation.

The one where I’m looking at a photo of him wearing a ring.
Sad and drunk, reminiscing everything.
The funny thing is,
I wouldn’t even want that life if the woman in the photo with him was me.
I think I had to mourn for a second to admire my new self for everything that’s been bestowed upon me.

So cheers to the soldier who fought her way to her peace.

To the angel whose character built her very own wings.
I don’t look back and regret a damn thing.
I take a sip of the wine and remind myself
That I am solid gold and that’s because I am finally free.

From all of the hurt and tears that made me who I am today.
But that doesn’t mean that I will not ever look back and not feel any pain.
Reality is,
We all fall from grace.
While knocked down, life can hurt us in the worst possible ways.
But it always navigates us to a righteous place.

And it’s totally normal to question our fate.
Coulda been a full moon or a horrendous day.
Hell if I know.
Superwoman probably cries when she drinks wine all alone in her cave.
But I bet she gets up and saves the world because the bravery inside of herself never truly fades.
But the hurt does.
And that’s how I know that it is all going to be okay.


- Written by: Epiphany Tiffany