HOW?

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Some time ago, I saw myself as a woman of strength,
Weathering storms, embracing sunshine's length.
Some time ago, I deemed myself wise and true,
Making choices, standing firm, seeing them through.

But then came the moment, when weakness revealed,
Pain embraced, and love from my heart unsealed.
Letting go of the one I cherished the most,
A bittersweet farewell, a painful ghost.

Now, I stand stronger, knowing and accepting who I am,
Wisdom gained from mistakes, no regrets to cram.
Yet, I was mistaken, thinking love's release was the test,
For the hardest truth is losing oneself, not the rest.

How do you hold on when no one's there to hold?
How do you fight for love when it feels so cold?
How do you sacrifice when they can live without?
How? These questions linger, casting doubt.

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