Letting go is hard.
You’ve held onto hope for too long
The scars are skin deep; your sores still raw
You bleed, not because of hurt
But because you know it’s time
Time to decide
To taste what liberation would feel like.
Accepting what’s before you
Sets your mind free so bad.
Your hair stands on end
On just how weightless your heart feels.
Your feet move, then they float.
You’re filled with a freedom
You never knew you had
And she welcomes you wholly
With rather exaggerated open arms.
I learnt to love Self
No, to find love within Self.
I date, then court Self
All in a bid to marry Self, flaws and all
Compromising on seemingly scrupulous
Ultimatums I always pushed her away with.
I’m slowly telling time to slow down
To wrap Self and I in fibers of loving minutes-
A combination of Self now and Self to be
You’ll be loved, some day.
You’ll find someone to call yours
Someone who’ll embrace the pain out of you
Someone you’ll be willing to kneel in front of,
And swear to give your entire world to.
You’ll find that someone when you let go,
Wash fear away and look in the damn mirror.