im failing i see but i let it be
i am losing control; i feel as i am foul
slowly my mind floods with shifting my blame
but i am learning that it is not a shame
of letting all go, of letting thy know
that thy deserve rest you needn't rush and go
but do sit and ponder in all life's wonder
of losing control or feeling so foul
that you first walked on mud, that you started so low
do not fly so high that your roots start detach
do perch on a branch do see the purple patch
the lilacs that bloom and oh how they swoon
feeling loved and held under the full moon
how happy you were to walk on this land
to be holding onto your mother's hand
its okay to stay, its okay to leave
its okay tonight and okay it'll be
and i hope someday: okay you'll feel
all's okay i see and henceforth i'll be
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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...
