Abandonment's Pain Comments

Isn't it a singular blessing that we have poetry to be the vehicle and container of such thoughts as these. If they were JUST bouncing around inside your head, they could do so much damage to composure, efforts, dreams. As it is, the speaker of the poem has reached her nadir. She is at a threshold of giving up, all that is left is waiting...What comes next will either be more of the same downward movement, or some kind of heart-healing. I can only hope her ordeal is at an end and the healing will begin.