Cut Ties

Traveling back to

A place I'm not from

But spent so much

Time and change and

Trauma and growth it may

As well have been

A million years.

This gorgeous girl

Beside me, lifting me

Into a space

Where I can face

The pain I ran

From. I see in her

A future, and so

I can finally start to

Let go of the past,

To collect my scared,

Scattered self

And throw things away

That I no longer need.

She takes me

By the hand and shows me

Things of beauty,

These mountains look different–

When she stares at them

In wonder, they become

Something more:

Solid, real, important.

We wander places she traveled

As a child, she shares

Things that hold meaning,

And somehow I become

Something more:

Solid, real, important.

I am falling even deeper

As I finally get to see her

For the radiant being

She is, so passionate and

Vibrant, full of

Life and Wisdom.

As she sees me,

I start to understand

I'm not here

Anymore…

I don't have to stay

Stuck in a time

That hurts me to think about.

And as I cut the final ties

That held me down

For longer than I needed,

I spin, the storm…

I'm reeling, and reality

Sets in,

But she holds me,

She steadies

And it doesn't matter anymore

Where I'm coming from,

I have a home:

This is where I am,

And I create

My own origin.