Send the vine I hold onto,
Send the spite I cling to in my teeth,
I do need this downtime.
I’ve hung on too long.
No, I don’t need anymore of your pain,
I have my own.
The deep wounds of loss, forgiven.
Taking it on the chin, now listening.
Being the better person, the shoulder to lean on…
But I’m no storm drain.
I no longer filter and catch others insecurities.
I no longer see my worth, or love or compassion through others eyes.
I see through my own eyes,
and those eyes – love,
& they transcend.
That’s my path, love it or leave it.
I love and approve of myself,
& that is the first step of a long journey to do great things.
To be great, to feel great,
To love, greatly.
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