Learning to Grow
He grabbed my wrist, fingers tight
He spoke those words, voice low
But loud enough to over power my own
I felt the heat, lungs collapsing
I held back the rage, I said, “No.”
I felt it then, tears stung my eyes
I looked over and saw no remorse
That’s when I tried to leave
I got up, opened the door with such force
I glared at him, I said, “Go.”
From that point on I was alone
He called, he texted
I didn’t answer him, won’t pick up the phone
“I shouldn’t let him in,” they told me
I nodded, I said “I know.”
Months went by, I remained adrift
Then I saw those eyes
That’s when my mood started to shift
The grays turned to amber and honey
For the first time in a while I said “Stay.”
He helped me fix myself
He helped heal the wounds others caused
He took my burdens unto himself
He helped me learn to grow
He kept me calm, said “It's going to be okay.”
It's easier to act like the world is ending
Than face your issues head on
He helped me stop pretending
That things were different then they truly were.
He helped me confidently be able to say
“I will not let my past define me.
I will learn to grow, I will learn to heal.
The more I love myself, the happier I'll be
Whenever I see those amber eyes
I see that I'm happy to live another day.”
So now I thank him for his love
For his care, for his patience,
I swear he was a gift from above.
And I will forever remember the words he said to me.
I will never let this appreciate slip away.
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