Sometimes, I find myself longing for the past,
wanting a return to the beginning of our story,
so I can find myself…
But I know now,
no one can’t rewrite their traces in life,
or take back the steps walked…
There are moments
when I invite the sadness to sit at my table,
And I recount our story,
so I can empty the tight spaces in my chest.
Sometimes, I want to forget who I was…
so I don’t miss myself when the night is dark.
It seems clear for me now,
that in order to free myself,
I’ll have to free you from the memories,
that still carry your name.
I paid the highest price,
just because I dared to love you…
and you walked away,
with my heart on your hands…
But I forgive you now
as a tribute to the strength of my soul,
so the hurt you caused me
does not cloud my sky…
You have never witnessed
the tears that covered my face,
while I sorted out the shattered pieces
you left inside my chest.
And I guess no one,
will ever know how lonely it felt
when I discovered myself alone and homeless,
lost amidst the darkness,
trying to savage the pieces of my soul
between the wreckage.
I thought I was holding your hand,
but it was my own spirit
that hugged me tight when the monsters
came to chase my dreams…
and it was my soul the shining light
that guided me through all the trials I faced.
I know now, not to give up on myself,
even if my hands are empty,
and the night is cold,
and the future is uncertain,
and I find myself alone and homeless…
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