Be patient with me
While I grieve
And as I ease
Into a newfound sense of self
While simultaneously mourning the death
of what I thought something could be
Be patient with me
My world as I have known it is ceasing to exist
And at this moment I must resist
Believing that I can save my old life
I am not Ezekiel
And these dry bones will not rise
So be patient with me
Because letting go is pain
And pain is no one's friend
But everything I have to gain
Is depending on my ability to let this life end
So be patient with me while I grieve
And as I ease
Into a newfound sense of self
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L. Goods
*Author*Writer*Poet* I write self-help books, thrillers/mysteries, drama, and poetry!
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