There will be times
when you’ll feel nothing it’s scarier
than letting go
and end up with empty hands.
And then one day you’ll realize,
it was necessary,
you needed your hands
to learn how to hold yourself.
You’ll look back one day
and whisper to the nothing:
“Nevertheless, she persisted”.
That day I felt broken yet complete.
Shattered but beautiful.
There I was,
there I finally was,
that surrealist place we talked about
so many times,
there I was
and you were not by my side.
I let myself be filled
with the magic of the ambiance
and suddenly a pray long forgotten came to me:
“The joy of nature
so no loneliness can take me down.
The liberty of a bird
so I can choose my path”.
My eyes were closed and I was smiling.
The sun caressed my skin,
like you once did but warmer;
the wind made my hair even messier,
like you once did but gentler.
For a second I was one
with the nature surrounding me.
I felt peace instead of loneliness,
I felt whole instead of empty.
I did it love,
took me a while
but I’m finally fine.
