Gentle push of joy
Today is a day of reckoning. Those moments when you see others who once meant something to you expand themselves into finding what they love, gentle happiness follows inside your heart.
I thought just once, maybe, I meant something to someone only to be grateful it was untrue. And now as tears fall in joy of seeing them enjoying life to the fullest, I am capable of truly walking away.
No more thoughts of hurt. No more thoughts of them at all. It's that wash of relief that finally falls inside your lap.
A rude but gentle push of joy. And do I feel bad about It? No. I am grateful to see them finally be where they need to be, free. Yet I see them holding back. Clouded by something.
Yet it is not my concern. I only hope that what they truly want, becomes the successful story they reach far to find. And finally feeling free to be themselves for ONLY themselves. That is the joy I hope for them.
For me?
I only hope there is someone worthy of my oddness. That, time will tell. As for those who still mean something to me, one day I will be able to say hello.
Just not today. Nor this year. Jehovah knows why.
But that is okay. I got to see some joy. Even if it is just a facade displayed on faces. Crowded and clouded. Yet depth spoke more. Yet I am happy that freedom was expressed.
That is all that matters.
I thought just once, maybe, I meant something to someone only to be grateful it was untrue. And now as tears fall in joy of seeing them enjoying life to the fullest, I am capable of truly walking away.
No more thoughts of hurt. No more thoughts of them at all. It's that wash of relief that finally falls inside your lap.
A rude but gentle push of joy. And do I feel bad about It? No. I am grateful to see them finally be where they need to be, free. Yet I see them holding back. Clouded by something.
Yet it is not my concern. I only hope that what they truly want, becomes the successful story they reach far to find. And finally feeling free to be themselves for ONLY themselves. That is the joy I hope for them.
For me?
I only hope there is someone worthy of my oddness. That, time will tell. As for those who still mean something to me, one day I will be able to say hello.
Just not today. Nor this year. Jehovah knows why.
But that is okay. I got to see some joy. Even if it is just a facade displayed on faces. Crowded and clouded. Yet depth spoke more. Yet I am happy that freedom was expressed.
That is all that matters.
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