About eight years ago I was given a task by my therapist. I was to write what I felt, then set fire to it. Anyone ever do this? Another exercise in futility is trying to sleep tonight. Someone once told me I don't like to share. So this is me sharing...
If I may venture an opinion; dreams fuel our hope. We yearn because we have the capacity to love.I too, sigh and wish for love and dreams. Some questions must go unanswered. Maybe, in time she will find you.
In fitful slumber my nights pass,
No hope for rest or repose, alas.
Memories haunt me, I have a heart.
Torn asunder, cruelly, ripped apart.
Shall I recover it if only for Love's sake?
Was it not Love's bitter potion of which I did partake?
Memory dashes forth to reveal the truth and to discover
Twas not love that was the torturer, but the lover.
But lover denotes that she should have loved.
She did not.
She crushed my heart with her fist in iron gloved.
Empty, cold, and forlorn it sit within my chest.
Awaiting the moment it may beat again at my behest.
Fear of the pain I've felt before
Allows me not to unclasp the door.
Long forgotten, you sit bound.
Courage lost and newly found.
Such are the ramblings of a madman in deep despair.
I envision a future through this glazed eye stare.
Oh heart of mine, I'll take a risk on love again if you dare.
Mind you this was eight years ago.I was a child. I guess I'll set fire to it tomorrow, see what that does. I suppose a good title would be: She never loved me.

I forbid you to burn this! ...((((( J ))))) this is powerful ...Love it babe!!

Thanks ((((Leigh)))). I gotta find it again. I'm fairly certain I filed it with my other important papers, between the pages of my road atlas. Lol.

Empowering. This is the word that sums up all my feelings while reading this. Courageous work. I loved reading it.

Thank you ((((Lu)))). It's safe from fire for the moment.

Your question was, "Has anyone ever written how they felt and then burned the piece of paper?" Oh yes, that was the best advise my grandmother ever gave to family members, she told us that when she got mad or upset with grandpa, she would take pen and paper in hand and write down how she felt and then burn it. Grandpa was not an easy person to live with but they were married for 65 years, until grandpa died.

This is a powerful writing that sounds like poetry. Better you write poetry then toss and turn the night away.

Eight years ago, perhaps it is time to let her go.

I let her go when I wrote this eight years ago. At that time I felt like setting them on fire, not a piece of paper. Lol. That was the exercise. Wonderful therapist. It is a long time to hold on to a sheet of notebook paper, I agree. But now it's lost again.

Who knew you could write something so deeply heartfelt and moving as this??? You really do need to write more and then take your work to a publicist, it is THAT good! 1J this was, though sad, just beautifully expressed!

"filed it with my other important papers, between the pages of my road atlas."

that might, just be a great line to use in a future write.

Thank you ((((Missy))))

perhaps a country song?