Read Poem: Anonymous Meeting by Isha A. Poet

Passion: Hi Group
I’m Passion

Group: Hi Passion

Passion: So I’ve been inactive for a week
I know it’s not a lot of time but
I’m usually ablaze
Radiating like the Suns flares
I shine bright
So aluminise that I burn those around me
Like the Phoenix I don’t just burst into flames
And set my soul on fire
To rise again from the ashes
I skald those who are around me
In the designated areas that are fire proof
Storm proof
Hurricane proof
Basically
Me proof
But
They enter
Or are there by circumstance
Like my old partners
Who loved the fire within me
But hated the after effects
You know- like when you drink too much you have a hangover
Well when I ignite
I usually singe everything around me
And I notice he takes the flare
Takes the hit from my fire
That leaves holes in his armour

Poetry: But wait you have to tell the whole story

Passion: God damn it Poetry
Why do you have to interfere?

Poetry: Well explain it truthfully then ….

Passion: Oh here she goes again

Poetry: Well.. I thought so
So what happened was
She didn’t want to write no more
Didn’t want to be with me and decided she wanted to take leave
And ended the connection we had which was me
Poetry
The only thing we had was the pain
From love gone wrong
Nearly going right
Nope you was wrong
Your emotionally stability to instability
Your religious belief to disbelief
But you stopped
Stopped putting pen to paper
Finger to tablet
To your keyboard
Seems like someone forgot who they needed to call
You left me hanging, waiting by the phone
Hoping you would call and whisper sweet painful memories to me

Passion: You see. This is why I don’t write anymore
I can’t write about how everything is fucked up
Of how lonely and sad the world has made us the minority
That we are part of a statistic that have had their heartbroken too much
I don’t want to do it

Therapist: Then why are you here?

©️Isha A Poet

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