i have found peace within my own being;
i have found love in myself.
i no longer look for the dark in the light,
but instead, the light in the dark.
i don't look for you in everything.
the pictures on my walls aren't you
and nor will they ever be again.
my life is made of yellows and oranges
spreading around my mind
like paint on a canvas
filling the empty spaces with gold.
my heart, as dull as it seemed
is thriving on its own
beating with its own rhythm.
i am not a part of you
and you are not a part of me.
i love myself.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrypoetry is when an emotion has found its thought, and the thought has found words -robert frost. all poems are mine unless stated otherwise. just thought i'd give someone a taste of my mind. #4 in ode
