Listen to me, the drops of dew,
Listen, I have something to say to you,
Hear my thoughts, bits of nightfall,
Hear things before I lose it all.
Look at me, my eyes, my face,
Can you see past the blurry haze?
Look at me, my heart, my mind,
Can you see something, something so kind?
I, for once, cant bear to look in the mirror,
I stop my thoughts, mind racing with fear,
What will I see, what will I say,
Can I trust myself, come what may?
Today, again, as I write,
my vision is blurry, my sight not right,
I can physically feel the control slipping away,
but today I can see it, clear as day.
I can breathe and I can feel,
want to know the real deal?
I looked in the mirror yesterday,
I stared straight, come what may.
I promised to listen, I promised to look,
I trusted myself to do it, by hook or by crook,
I gazed intently at those shining brown orbs,
I saw her anger, melancholy, and loss.
Right now, I am here trying to forgive,
myself for the emotions, no more to grieve,
This moment feels momentous,
as I fade away into the billowing dust.
My past, my old self has gone forever,
I shall love myself ever and ever,
Today I chose to let go and move on,
Now comes the beginning with the blissful dawn.
This pain in my chest that would not go away,
I whisper softly, as with me, it sways,
“Is this what they talk about,
the scarring wound beginning the drought?
Or is it the lash of rain,
The drops slowly healing the pain?”
My chest is still tight, my eyes are so bright,
But today, I know, it is not a losing fight.