BETWEEN LONGING AND BECOMING

It’s been nearly six years since the day I first saw you, yet my heart still stumbles at the thought of you. From 2022 to 2024 the longing was intense the idea of you being my lady never stopped making sense. I often think of beautiful souls smiling from a distance, guarding their peace with quiet strength. They move without fear, certain that their dreams draw near, their intentions shining clear. The past no longer chains them; they’ve broken free, they’ve risen. Their smiles tell stories of hope endured, of freedom embraced, of courage that teaches them to chase their goals and defines there strength within. Standing on the narrow road of what could be, darkness still knocks at my door. The past still tries to slip in through its familiar back door. And I am just a man trying to bury the insecurities that a still lingering within. Hiding behind a smile has grown too heavy, so I’m trading the lie for truth or so I hope. I am learning but slowly, to join the company of free souls, that are no longer slaves of their own minds.