A Space to Be
for "Where Love Begins"

Where wildflowers whisper secrets to the breeze,
And broken hearts find silence in the trees,
I build a place untouched by cruel goodbyes—
A space to weep, to rise, to realise.

Here, shadows soften in the morning dew,
And every scar glows with a gentle hue.
No mask, no need to shape what others see—
Just soul and soil, and sky, and me.

I place my pain like stones in sacred rings,
Let ravens guard it with their midnight wings.
My tears are prayers that feed the thirsty ground—
They do not drown me now—they make me sound.

In this space, where stillness lets me bloom,
Love doesn't rush, nor ache to fill a room.
It comes like mist on dawn’s forgiving sea—
Not to possess, but to set free.

So if you find me here, worn but divine,
Know I am not yours—this heart is mine.
And if you ever loved me, let me be—
I finally found a space to just be me.


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