My every mistake—
paved the way,
grew me beautifully,
kept me from spoiling
in a place not meant for me.

I moved through chaos to the other side,
found a new step in life,
returned to myself,
and left behind the brokenness
that once held you and I.

The wild call of my heart
cracks open my chest—
a labyrinth of love lost within me,
yet I’m nourished for its happening.

I am not empty-handed now.
I carry wisdom from the falls,
from the crashes where we burned alive,
my love.

We consumed each other violently
until softness revealed
understanding—
a reverberated need,
no matter below or above.

Now I am wings,
eyes shadowed—windows of soul,
heart a thrumming hum I can’t shake.

The cold of you that left me—
I will not deny it.
I let it dissolve me,
a watery grave I stayed in for a time,

learning a new rhythm.

My memory doesn’t hurt;
neither does my soul.
I let myself be reborn.

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