Some days I want to forget you
And listen to my own voice.
The mind wandering, the distractions
Are there of course
But when my voice would surface from the background
It would be authentic, real
Just the way I am.
I wouldn’t feel the pressure of changing me,
Nor my voice would change. For you.
I want to know
How true love tastes
A kind of love that is long lasting
That doesn’t judge you
Or leave you alone
When a storm hit hard.
The kind of love
That accepts you for who you are
With your naked truth.
How she takes care of the heart
When it’s bruised so many times
With rotten eggs, or bullets like pain
The twist and turn of head
The shaking of legs
Breathing now, or not breathing
Swelling eyes with no tears there
Only the soul – the mighty one
That could hold it all
In this heart.
The best discovery I have had
at a time I never thought I would
It was either a
Corona’s curse or blessing!
I discovered you – slowly I uncovered all of the masks that were
Over you as layers of lies and untruths.
That saddened me, but it made me free from you.
In the end.