Passing by an old brick building on a slow road
I almost laugh to think the last time I was there,
I thought I’d found who I was supposed to be
When I barely knew how to do anything more
Than stay quiet and stay out of everyone’s way.
I told my old soul sisters I’d see them soon
But I haven’t seen those pieces of my heart in a while.
Back then lies went down easy with a smile
And I didn’t know when everything would change
Because all the other new beginnings I prayed for
All too quickly became the worst things I could imagine.
It nearly broke me to know tragedy like the back of my hand,
But every story has its perfect ending and the last days
Were truly (almost) everything they should have been.
Looking back now I felt like I was flying through clouds
Even when all I wanted was to let myself scream again.
I remember dancing around my room, planning a wedding
After the first date, but my dreams were so much bigger
Than those four pink walls could say and I figured them out
Eventually with that launch pad of a town waving goodbye
With an invisible hand smudging my rear view mirror.
I remember guiding the wheel when I was learning
To guide my own hands like only a woman can.
I was realizing there are more important things
Than being wanted and worse things than being lonely
But better things than being alone. Like being a rose
Cradled in the right hands and never wilting.
How funny to think I walked up the stairs
Looking for the face that meant everything
Cause I knew he’d always be waiting for me
But I didn’t know how I really felt, or even
What dreams I would pass on my way to the truth.
Thank you so much for reading this poem. It’s a little bit inspired by personal experiences, so I hope you related to it. If you enjoyed it, please do let me know and feel free to check out more of my work (including poetry and short stories here on Medium).
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