I feel her dying and that's ok
Not sure if I'm grieving for the emotions the past or her
I'm happy to let parts of her that no longer serve die
I'm happy to keep the caring sensitive kind parts to her but I feel I'll be content to let the worrisome, insecure, fearful, undervalued, disrespecting parts of her die
I see my future and it's not her who belongs
She lives with wings