Pretty, Patient, and Proud
there’s nothing that I don’t know already, how I wanted my life slow and steady. I have been so calm for the longest time, but also leaving my wisdom and prime. but maybe silence was just a test, to see if I’d rise when life said rest. rest? the inner chaos or the memories, that came with tears worn like accessories. but accessories were meant to enhance the beauty, family, life, career- my prioritized duty. duty I did not consider a priority at first, started feeling like I was maybe cursed. cursed for those who did not let me shine, never from those whom I actually called mine. mine, not for them, maybe just for me, their love so pure, yet too hidden to see. now, I have set my priorities straight, not opening any more new gates. even the windows are shut tight, so, friends can no longer backbite. not really worried about the marks they leave, though they still make me ache, still make me grieve. for a love like that, I won’t grieve now, I finally found me, again, somehow. - Taru...