tamed through time
this heart of mine
had known (and felt)
enough
to build a shelter
of its own

guard her,
as they say
for from it flows
the way of life

like a caterpillar
in her morph stage,
I seem to be
resting quietly
but look close,
you’ll see me
drowned by
my own tears
slowly digesting
a satirical
revelation
that the old must die
for the new to live

it took a lot of will
to recollect my thoughts
and the tiny pieces
of my fragile heart;
with years
of guidance
I learned
to embrace my loss
and accept the things
I cannot further change
grace has escorted me
to the path
of forgiveness

not neglecting
the memories of the past,
as deceitful and hurtful
as they can be,
I learned
to own my truth
and carry
the instructions
from my
younger self

there had been
futile attempts to
cut the string that
binds me to my
own desires
but as I face
every sunrise
I have come to
understand
that a flower
cannot bloom
on its own

I am forever beholden
to the hands of those
who introduced me
love,
kindness and
discipline
never ceasing
in reaching out
for me to cross
the bridge of hope

gratitude, I give
to the Creator of this movie
called Life,
and all the short films
in between;
every part is essential
every line has a purpose,
in the end,
beauty is all that is seen