Where do I belong, is it
in your heart,
the home of your most true feelings,
the very feelings which
pump life into your being, make you
wish to breath, wake up, exercise,
and face the day
knowing that you will return
to the very same place?
If it is THERE that I belong, what
happens when that trust is
essentially broken, when I become
someone not deserving of such a place,
when I fail because I do not really know
what it is that I am doing. Is
forgiveness a possibility in such a
scenario?
I spent hours trying to think of
what it was that drew me to you, the elements
of our closeness (it seemed that we had
both frozen in time, due to a paralysis,
not knowing
that we would simply be repeating the same mistakes,
the very same ones which drove us crazy)
and it rose upon me,
the theme of the moment, that I was
very much lost,
trying to find the roots,
the nourishment which would
jumpstart my growth. Maturity.
