Honoring Emptiness; Grieving Nothing

The problem isn’t that I grieve.(Everyone grieves)

Everyone leaves

a vacancy,

an empty space,

An ache…

When it’s time for them to go.

The problem isn’t that he made me cry 

Or that he tried

his best to find

And forever bind,

inside of me

That tender, nebulous thing

That, within himself,

He could feel no more 
And it isn’t that he deceived 

Made me believe things

He could never achieve.

Like love,

Or integrity,

Or having substance.
The problem isn’t that I grieve

Everyone grieves,

when someone leaves 

A vacancy,

An empty space,

An ache…
The problem is that the ache,

The vacant space

That hollow place

His lies once filled

Is emptier still

And I grieve that it always has been so
No, the problem isn’t that I grieve.

It’s that what I grieve…

Is empty.

Is nothing. 

Hi. I’m Story Lynne, (a.k.a. The Narcissist’s Wife). Nice to meet you. I’m the mother of 4 amazing kids, the (soon-to-be-ex) wife of a narcissist, and the author of this blog. I’m also a teacher, a healer, an intuitive empath, and Angel Card Reader.
I love fairies, angels, the color pink, anything sparkly, and Legos. (the Elves are my absolute favorites). I also love fixing cars, building shit, and shooting my bow (as in, bow and arrow).

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