Olúwafèyíṣarámi

Indepth reflection Taking stock of events.... December....through June. Finding my areas of deviation And hoping for restoration. All I want to do is run and hide Away from you, from your words From your face. I laid my heart out, vulnerable; bare. A first of so many long years. I had hoped for something different, mature. A reason to allow someone else be strong for me. Rather than do it all on my own, as always. Now I laugh. How wrong. How stupid. How near impossible. I look back on last night's convo And I see for the first time. It was all wind. After six long months of priming, May was just a dream; a fantasy of some sort. A stillborn... I guess I wished you to be real. Hoped for some miracle in you. But I guess you will tell the same tale. It was never what you intended. So, I pack up bags that were never packed. I cry with the rains of June, Shedding buckets like floods in the streets, The rest of my stuff.... Me, shattered bits of glass. Th...

Shattered bits of glass, I may be; Unexpected, you cut way deeper than ever was reached. That's how much I dared to unveil. You may never understand, But you touched the deepest parts and cut it. Still in the midst of it all,  There's nothing left to fear. I think I've seen it all in my short years. Yet, I bounce back with my scars, healed... And.....Forgiveness smiles through lessons learnt. Love bubbles on... Deep and wide; unguarded and unassuming. Like the song in my heart. Oh, I will sing for love. Hear me! I will not shrink back from being me. But all 'unnecessities' must go. I will love again, and again. And forgive as many times as I can. Love bubbles on in my heart for you. And because of you, I find time for this again. I write a new song. Nothing lost, nothing missing. Every mess comes together  Into one beautiful message. I write a new song.