At times, I feel the urge to stand,
To chase what was once mine, with a trembling hand.
But I sit, roots tangled up by fear and doubt,
Wondering if the scars of fighting are worth the route.

People say love’s pain is fleeting, just a passing phase,
Yet true pain comes when life’s lost in a haze.
When breaths are shallow, and hope fades away,
That’s when you know you’re truly led astray.

I gathered my courage, thought I’d knock on your door,
But hesitation kept me rooted to the floor.
What if you’re happy? What if you’ve moved on?
With every thought, my purpose felt so wrong.

there I sat, under the rain’s soft embrace,
Watching the shadows dance in your space.
I prayed for a sign, a glimpse of a way,
But each time I reached out, my heart turned to clay.

Then came the moment, my knuckles met wood,
A heartbeat of hope, wishing I could.
But as I stood there, the truth whispered low,
Sometimes love means letting go.

With a heavy heart, I turned from the light,
Knowing it’s better to leave what’s not right.
I closed the door gently, a silent goodbye,
Knowing in time, the tears would run dry.

But the seeds of my heart, they still longed to grow,
I want to find a new path and learn what I know.
I waited for rain, for sunshine to play,
Hoping for love that would come my way.

And as seasons changed, a gift was bestowed,
A new kind of love in my heart gently flowed.
Not bound by the past, but rich in the now,
With faith in my spirit, I took a deep bow.

For growth is a journey, sometimes filled with pain,
But from every heartbreak, we learn to sustain.
I’ll plant my garden, nurture it well,
For love is a story, and I have much to tell.