Entwined in each other’s arms,

It wasn’t our first embrace,

Nor the second—

It felt like eternity.

Wrapped in warmth and illusion,
Our eyes met,

And my soul asked softly:

What is love?
His lips found mine.
My body responded to obsession
Disguised as passion.

A voice within whispered, Stop.

But I wondered—
What’s the worst that could happen?
In the end, I lost a friend

And found a teacher.

Together, we unearthed

The broken and shamed within me.
Together, we stood

In the light of darkness,

In the joy of sorrow,

In the healing of pain.
Then I walked away—

Far, far away—
To the land of escape,

In search of my destiny.

My only true guardian

Was me—
Myself,

And the story I carried.
When I look back,

I see the fear.

When I see now,
I
honor the trust

I placed in myself

To shape a better future.
I searched for answers,

And my soul listened.
I suffered alone—

But I don’t have to live alone.
So now I rise.

I speak.
I love myself—

Not in halves, but whole.
I am joyful.

I am trusting.

I am free
And here I am—

Writing this poem,

So our conversation never ends.
I am grateful.

I am whole.

Life is this and that—

An ending,

And the beginning

Of something new.
Till we meet again,

In a new life,

With a new plan.