I realized today that myself is no longer myself.
I’ve given myself to another [a child, a lover, God, etc.]
While my heart is in the hands of another, I can’t hold onto its cord ready to take it back for my own will. This isn’t fare to the beholder; it’s either all or nothing.
With that all, I will miss myself. No more Friday night actions or promiscuities because I want to. Hello to “Good morning, my love” and “How did you sleep?”
No more walks on the wild side. It’s “Hello beautiful” instead.
No more chances with fate and flirtations with death. Hello accountability and someone who cares.
No more “all about me.” Hello Us.
No more me. Hello You.
That doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt as I die and fade away. It doesn’t even mean I won’t morn for some previous adventurous. But I do know that all things are becoming after transformation. [This is evident everyday in nature]
I’m thankful that life is my cocoon even though it can be binding and breathtaking at times.
Hello the new me, thanks to you.