What do I take with me as I walk out that perverbal door?
The butterflies I have kept hidden in my hope.
My disintegrating resilience, slowly chipped away by your verbal thrashings and controlled blaming.
The hijacking of emotions.
I pack away what remains of my self esteem.
Delicately wrap the shattered pieces of my truth.
To be replenished and reconstructed with sober eyes
and a revived mind.
I ask for the lessons yet to be learned.
And the love yet to be unconditional.
Left behind is my forgiveness without expectation.
My resentments without guilt.
My shame without implication.
I no longer need them to define me.
My apology is next to the many things left unsaid.
A silent acknowlegment of my regrets and carelessness.
We can each take the memories that remind us of a happier time.
When ignorance was euphoric and accepted.
Floating above reality in a kismet of our own creation.
Finally, we can each lovingly share the life-force that has made it all worth something.