I too his words and I believed
every shrouded conversation we ever had.
I was convinced that a future for me was just a dream,
life would be a missed opportunity
that I was not entitled to.
Little did I know that my fear
would turn into dust,
that time and strength would begin to heal my trust.
When I looked inside my true shame,
it turned into shame of letting him win,
rather than the shame of the stories trapped within.
I had to find a reason to stop the red from burning
between who I was and who I could become.
I learned that these intricate petals are mine,
my petals are strong enough to survive between summer storms.
I no longer wait for when he confesses,
because all he would be admitting to
is now meaningless memories
that my happiness is touching away.
My fear turned into dust,
and fearlessness began to grow inside of me.
I became who I am,
which is everything he defied me to be.
He will not redesign my future,
for I am now me,
without him!
