Cradled Stories

She used to tell me to never get scared of anything, but my judgement changed when the person who told me to never be afraid, left. And as she slips away, I was able to tell, that the person who was there in the beginning might be no longer at my side in the end. And it scares me, because the moment she surrenders, might be the moment that my hero is no longer there to fight and protect me. She chose to fight but she was already tired. She chose to continue but her body was stopping her. She was my hero but i became her kryptonite. The clock ticks and the sand of time has been emptied and the only thing left to do is to accept and have the courage to let go. Because as the heart accepts, the wound heals. It took courage before i chose to bid my last words, 'goodbye'.

This cinquain (chain) form poem is a tribute to four very special men in my life.