it was only after
I stopped resisting
growth and change and the
fear of unexpectedly
changing into a person I hated
I realised I was already half way through
the gates of my very own paradise
for once I was willing to open my eyes
I could see I already had the wings
and I've been scared of flying
dreadful of the fall
when it was inevitable
when it was necessary
when it was my salvation
to be able to soar
i had to accept the risk of falling too
YOU ARE READING
I'm fashionably late to loving myself
PoetryThe world would be dull if love, poetry, admiration, zeal, passion, and romance wouldn't lace each strand of our heavenly web. I spill my heart on this one love letter to the entire humanity. In a faint voice though, soft enough to hear only when yo...
