i feel weightless free.
my feelings, my hurt,
my anger feel seen. i feel the weight of hurt and confusion
lift my shoulders, allowing me to stretch and flex the muscle
that had atrophied.
the years have not been kind to us, i have not been kind to you,
a voice whispering in my ear, spilling your secrets, shortcomings
to blame a person who , like me, has been
suffering.
listen to the voice i had been silencing.
the voice of reason, compassion,
the voice of a child who has seen, tearful repentance.
i have not been kind, i have hurt you.
now it’s time to grow, not haphazardly and wildly,
like weeds in a dilapidated house.
it’s time to grow, like the wildflowers in a field of grass
full of bees who like honey.it’s time to drink the nectar life has to offer,
it’s time to free yourself.
free yourself and choose peace.