1:51AM, Saturday
CHEERS! The Three Month Rule :)
"Someday someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else."
Freedom to try love again
Without thinking about the past
Freedom to think without worry
Freedom to dance
To my new found love
Freedom to feel the touch of another man,
Heart and soul
Freedom to forget the past
Freedom to cry without any sorrow
Freedom to walk with
Out trials and tribulations
Freedom to be alone and think
in peace.
Freedom to start a new life
Feel with love again...
Thank you for the freedom
Oh my gosh! Finally, it's official. I'm officially free today! Happy Single Awareness Day to me! :) I was able to survive 3 months without him, I mean, 3 months without boyfriend. For I know, I'm a changed woman now. It took me a lot of courage to talk to him again, I did the first step.. So we were able to talk again. I'm just glad I did it "again". I mean, talking to him again after a long long while. ~
Arrgghh, I don't wanna make long dramas here, all I want is to put all these emotions and feelings into writings. Just like the old times, a poem for my heart. A poem for what I truly feel, a poem for a weeping heart. ~
Time to talk to my heart and mind at the same time, time to contain and face the reality of life, time to pick up all the broken pieces from the past and keep them in a safe place, so that nobody would get hurt again. :) Put all those things left unanswered behind, and start shaping a new one :)
Freedom is being too confident in your divinely inspired talents and abilities to fear, disappointing others at the expense of your personal happiness. Freedom is learning that mistakes are inevitable, but making certain that each subsequent misstep is a brand new one.
I will listen.
I will move as if it was written.
I will love as if my living depended on it
I am love.
A noun, a verb. Pure love.
The sky is the limit.
I will fly like a bird.
I’ll walk below the joyous glow
Wind laced within a cheetah’s speed.
Freedom to live my way
Unconstrained by time
Or false expectations
Freedom isn’t free.
With our minds
We break chains
But with our hearts we heal pain.
Allowing, knowing,
Honoring my power
And reminding others of the power within them.
In my dream, I see chocolate,
Cocoa brown, golden brown, and alabaster hues
Of black women marching together
For sisterhood solidarity and i begin to cry…
Love and Freedom are verbs.
It’s the simple things that reminds me,
I’m free.
I will hold on to my name
So that I may remember who I am, my calling
be unfettered, unchained, unbound
Illusive, yet constantly sought.
For in collective freedom
The pursuit of one’s happiness
must never come at the expense of another.
To be free is to be me
To know love is to taste freedom.
and to embrace it, unabashedly and wholeheartedly.
Enslavement does not erase
The freedom that preceded it.
The presence of a lie
Does not negate the truth that existed before it.
Freedom cannot be just me
In my eyes free others, now, to free our lives
Be brave. Take my hand let’s find it together.
When you look in the mirror and the reflection makes you smile — you are free.
Now, I know I'm free. ~
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