What was the point of this reverie If it just came and walked away Bringing my soul Strolling again Those deserted roads That once cherished our presence
Were you there Expecting me Or was it just an embodiment Of the memories of our ordeal
Who was the actual one Who willingly became a liar Who was the first person Who built mushy hope Before crushing it Without any grounds you toyed with my heart Like disastrous hurricane That unexpectedly surged and vanished
You were only a shadow Of wretched past Whom sometimes got carried away By my unsettled endless dream.
I woke to the new year with a sense of peace. Waving white flags to the battlefields of months left behind. Finding paths back to myself and turning inward to heal and nurture. Drowning my heart in words of appreciation until everything started feeling right. The warmth of the sun has returned to my soul. I have stopped feeling guilty for putting myself first; for choosing my own happiness. I don’t love the world less, I’m just finding more love for myself. As soon as I returned to calmer waters, the game changed. Not because things are now perfect, far from it. But I find myself smiling, more and more, every day, for the smallest perfect moments. Isn’t that what it’s all about, being present in your own life.