When everything is said and done,
When with the loss of love, you start to rhyme.
Some gentle wisps of independence
A special kind of penance,
A choice you can make finally on your own
Despite the fact you left your home.
Wondering is for those who appear lost,
Yet, you find a place, despite the cost.
Breathless your decisions are made
Hoping not to lose it all.
Struggling, foraging, pushing back the opposition
But leaning, when needed, to whatever or whoever it be.
Everyone needs a moment, some time
Even if that somebody is me.
At the end of each separate struggle there will be some peace
Knowing in your heart of hearts, even though you have shattered,
You ultimately, did MATTER.
Thank you for reading 🙂