Journey Thru Love Part Ii: Every Journey Has Its End

By Alexis Pettway

Journey Thru Love Part II continues the whirlwind of a love story told in Journey Thru Love Part I. In this sequel, emotions are intensified as this love storys ending unfolds. The words make it almost impossible for you not to feel the depth of emotion laid out in perfect poetic form. The feelings portrayed will touch your very soul.

Alexis is in her second year in this roller-coaster relationship. Her feelings have deepened, and so has the need for this love story to either grow or fade out. She wants more. She wants answers. And she wants a resolution revealed. Visualize and feel the love and pain on her journey through love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524653552

Alexis Pettway

my name is Alexis. I am a self published poetry author. I have been writing poetry from 13 yrs now and I have a collection of over 300+ poems. So far I have 1 published book titled "Journey Thru Love." My goal is to become a full time poetry author. Poetry is my gift and my passion. I intend to share it with the world as long as I am able to write.

Book preview

Pre-lude

The curtains open, the lights dim.

Quiet is kept yet the suspense is loud

This is our last scene.

Time to finish this journey.

Our final act is written out as this…

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Not worthy to write about because it’s not worthy to remember

When the last drop is long gone, I hope it can never rekindle.

A lost mind, a lost heart, lost in the process, needing to be found and continue its blossoming.

When the smoke clears, dried is all my tears, faced and conquered is all my fears and a nightmare is erased by the days, the months, the years.

Away goes stress, worry and hurt. No more will, determination, or drive to make it work.

The bright and vibrant flame that has me stuck is dying a little more with every gust of nonchalance and tainted words, and as the flame holds on for dear life, my heart burns

Another issue, another gust of wind, so cold and harsh; giving me a glimpse of the dark

Secretly and painfully, uncontrollably, I’m shivering.

When the flame finally dies, never again do I want it to see light.

I wanna watch it give into darkness and watch every lace of smoke rise. Dwell on everything remembered in the smoke and know that, freely my heart, soul and mind flies.

Not afraid to face darkness in my words but terrified to face it in reality, so as the flame gets closer to dying I’m using all my words to hide and ease the pain inside of me.

Just thinking about it, carries my mind to places parallel to reality because I know it needs to happen, it’s the right thing to do but the pain my heart will endure conjures up the fear in me.

Still at the same crossroad, sickening I know, even after all the ugly true colors came out and glowed.

My emotional Armageddon is officially in mobilization, heading straight towards my heart with no hesitation.

Day is leaving and night is coming fast to lead me into tomorrow and leave what the day brought into the past.

When night lifted before, day came and brought about the story I tell. The happiness I shout; the frustration I yell.

So when that last gust of wind blows, I’ll be hurt and alone, because the day, that light wasn’t mines to own.

Hurt because I know this was how it was gonna be, how it needs to be.

Hurt because I can’t fully blame nobody else but me.

I’ll watch the smoke rise from the long gone flame and feel my tears. I’ll see the story, the last two years.

All the smiles, the pain, hurt, happiness and fears, knowing that there’s no need to dwell or recall because all my ups and down from that day, now, the smoke bares.

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