The Hardest Part: A Poem

The hardest part was learning to forgive
Solving the puzzles, the wrong and right—trying to make sense of all of it
The hardest part was learning to speak the truth
Where my thoughts bleed and your heart aches—the path was never smooth
The hardest part was learning to let go
Through twists and turn—with scars and burns—so much I didn’t know
The hardest part was trying to say “Hello”
After all we’ve done—smoked our guns—our cracks began to show

And this is what it feels like to grow old
This is what I think of when the fire’s cold
Friends come and lovers go
So long, my dear ones, my life was in The Show

The hardest part was trying not to break
With words that simmered beneath the hate of gone by mistakes
The hardest part was waking up again
Sweat poured from my soul, I lost it all, no place to rest in sin
The hardest part was facing you with smiles
So much to say—dear little sounds—but nothing comes for miles
The hardest part was fighting to live through this
Sometimes I wish we never met—our words misfired the kiss

And this is what it feels like to grow old
This is what I think of when the fire’s cold
Friends come and lovers go
So long, my dear ones
I’m exiting The Show

written by Moses Y. Mikheyev

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