The Freedom After Failure
it's back to being whole again
I know not what I feel
is it ecstasy?
or is it Freedom.....?
The only other drug more potent than Love.
Or is it a slow rot?
Inching slowly, creeping up on my being,
Waiting to strike down,
This already patched up core of mine.
Or it could be none of those.
It could very well be,
My sights clearing up,
My sky no more cloudy with emotion.
Or could it be a dormant volcano?
Simply waiting for me to let go.
For it to erupt
And scorch everything in sight.
Nonetheless, I couldn't care less.
Love is much more clear.
Love has become more intentional,
More deliberate.
Love sprouts new wings to
Encompass all of us, including me,
Not just her.
About the Creator
Dante Arrivederci
Hi.
Hope you're having a good day.
If not, there's always tomorrow.
i also have a blog - https://dantesaysgoodbye.blogspot.com/
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