What is so interesting about this piece is that as the writer, I wasn’t thinking about anyone in particular, so many things were going through my head. Upon reading, most would automatically assume that I am talking about a man. Maybe I am, maybe not. Maybe I’m talking about a job, a parent, a child, a friendship, a habit or a situation. But the one thing that I know is that this piece is relatable, and it’s my prayer that this piece speaks to you.
I had to let you go, it caused me pain just to think it
I had to let you go, for it was the only way that I would commitMy thoughts to other things, my dreams and aspirations too
I had to let you go, it was time to become anew.
I had to let you go, I kept saying to myself just a little while longer
I had to let you go, hoping you felt the same type of hungerThe hunger you feel when you want something so bad that you sit
idly by, wait and smile when inside your heart you feel so sad.
It’s like looking at a painting a Monet or Van Gough
Each vibrant stroke of the artist brush is his passion and you knowIt’s a beauty that you are witnessing and that beauty makes you shake
But when looking at it closely you realize that it’s a replica, a copy, a fake
How can you continue to view it as beauty after that?
After admiring that beauty and now you feel flatWell, that’s when you appreciate that moment in time
And moments are just moments there are no grayed lines
You appreciate what was and what it was not to be
I had to let you go so that I could learn to appreciate me.
I love you all, until next time my lovelies…
Peace & blessings
Phaedra
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