He wanted me to shine so bright.
He never tried to dim my light.
He knew all of my layers, tiered.
Reflected depth was what he feared.
He saw in me a rose in seed.
But couldn’t give me all I’d need.
He catalyzed my perfumed bloom.
I wrote again and found my Tune.
He wanted me to be fulfilled.
He wanted me to live and build.
He didn’t want to use and drain.
He didn’t want to cause me pain.
He could have kept me on his ride.
I never would have left his side.
And when he left, I nearly died.
The grief, the pain, the tears I’ve cried.
But the blow that I so often ponder,
was, in fact, his final act of honor.
He took his love away from me,
and in so doing, set me free.
He’d want me not to wilt away.
He’d want me to go seize each day.
He’d want me to forgive his blow.
He’d want for me to heal and grow.
So off I go with newfound glee,
to see what lies in wait for me.
Fare thee well my captain!
© 2024 Jessica D.
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