It was not a story that I'd created,
it was an expectation that I had.
I foolishly placed it on our situation.
Without regrets,
but I admit,
there was more to be investigated.
I rocked the boat,
not on purpose,
not to prove any wrong-doings,
but with the noblest of intentions.
My wish was to deepen,
to quicken,
to stay fully in connection.
"Too much."
In not so many words.
A feeling,
a tone,
a resonance from within.
He's heard my words,
I felt the lack of his.
Behind it all lies the current.
It saves me from losing courage.
Who takes initiative now,
I'm happy to say,
not I.
I simply shed,
my new skin grows today.
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