Oct 2018
Begin again
Brighter
Bolder
Love is my happiness
Safety is my need
I serve myself well
I know the curtesy of love
I live. I learn.
I love what means the most to me
I want to be a traveler
I want to experience what my ancestors never got to
I want a husband
I want two children
I hope it's not too late
I went to an angel
I asked for forgiveness
I asked for a due over
I went pleading on my knees to take it all back
She only looked at me
She told me
She only hugged me
She told me to not get lost in others
She only said my name
She told me to serve myself well
Brighter
Bolder
Love is my happiness
Safety is my need
I serve myself well
I know the curtesy of love
I live. I learn.
I love what means the most to me
I want to be a traveler
I want to experience what my ancestors never got to
I want a husband
I want two children
I hope it's not too late
I went to an angel
I asked for forgiveness
I asked for a due over
I went pleading on my knees to take it all back
She only looked at me
She told me
She only hugged me
She told me to not get lost in others
She only said my name
She told me to serve myself well
my angel is my therapist actually. I miss her but she helped me to the point where I don't need her anymore. She would always tell me to serve myself well and mainly think about the present and myself, not in a selfish way but it used to be so hard for me to include my feelings in life decisions. Everything in this poem is everything she helped me realize. This is my journey to happiness caused by my dear therapists.
