Worded Wonders

This is not an exit.

No Light

No light, no light in your bright blue eyes
I never knew daylight could be so violent
A revelation in the light of day
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away

  • Chloe has moved out and is living with someone else. She is happy. I am very much not.
  • The children are fine and dealing with this, with no frame of reference, as best they can.
  • I am truly and utterly heartbroken and my previously carefree, happy life has been smashed into a million tiny pieces.
  • I will, given time and space, recover. I have to.

There is no faith or permanance or solace in love - the fear is always there in my mind: tomorrow it will all be different.

Sylvia Plath The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath