Friendship

Sweet Autumn whispers remind me that we can still be friends.


Reshape our love.


I just need to mutate mine.

     Shrink it.

          Avoid it.

               Constraint it.

                    Ignore it.

Nostalgia

Do I miss him?


Do I miss what we used to have?


Do I miss his familiar company?


Do I miss what he gave me?


Do I miss what I gave him?


Do I miss him?

                                                                                                                 I do.

Observing myself

Something from within myself is helping me expand and breathe.

I am swallowing relief and freedom.

I am with my own self.

An old self that accompanies me since the beginning of my light.

A spirit that endures no chains.




And I love him more for that.

The Key

I could not think of a way to heal.

I could not even accept I would.



But I have now seen the vast cavern within myself where the waters are calm, the air is pristine, the light is eternal.

I am not the orphan fighting huge waves any longer, battered by an angry sea.

I am a spiritual being taking it all in, consenting to reality, warming up my heart, sending goodness to my loved ones, motivated, hopeful, joyful.

Serene.