picture source: https://za.pinterest.com/pin/497577458808058756/ |
The once innocent
in me
didn’t know I’d
lost the key
in an emptiness
that seeked
highs and lows
that dove and peeked,
I was led into a
prison,
choices made, I didn’t
listen,
didn’t understand
the frisson,
couldn’t see what I
was given.
But the answers
live in me,
understands this
misery,
shed my tears so I
could be,
I accept what I now
see,
with love, so has
been written,
give yourself to
fill what’s missing,
what I see is not
illusion,
it is meant, it is
my season.