Entwined in each other’s arms,
It wasn’t our first embrace,
Nor the second—
It felt like eternity.
Wrapped in warmth and illusion,
Our eyes met,
And my soul asked softly:
What is love?
His lips found mine.
My body responded to obsession
Disguised as passion.
A voice within whispered, Stop.
But I wondered—
What’s the worst that could happen?
In the end, I lost a friend
And found a teacher.
Together, we unearthed
The broken and shamed within me.
Together, we stood
In the light of darkness,
In the joy of sorrow,
In the healing of pain.
Then I walked away—
Far, far away—
To the land of escape,
In search of my destiny.
My only true guardian
Was me—
Myself,
And the story I carried.
When I look back,
I see the fear.
When I see now,
I
honor the trust
I placed in myself
To shape a better future.
I searched for answers,
And my soul listened.
I suffered alone—
But I don’t have to live alone.
So now I rise.
I speak.
I love myself—
Not in halves, but whole.
I am joyful.
I am trusting.
I am free
And here I am—
Writing this poem,
So our conversation never ends.
I am grateful.
I am whole.
Life is this and that—
An ending,
And the beginning
Of something new.
Till we meet again,
In a new life,
With a new plan.