I set the weight down gently,

thanking it for the lessons

before walking away.

No longer entertaining,

Storms that aren’t mine.

Learning to bloom again

In the soil of old pain.

My heart though bruised,

Still beats with the hope,

Of a thousand begginings.

Finding new paths,

Where the echoes of yesterday,

Can no longer follow.

I’m finally the story,

I’ve been afraid to write.