(picture by me)

I was terribly broken

my insides a mash of sadness and doubt

and questions

why am I not good enough

what is wrong with me

who am I

I’ve come all this way… where do I want to be

and the cold, wet, heavy, squeezing that

my heart would never love again

I didn’t want it to

No one could make me

I dug a moat

I built a wall

I wanted to feel lighter

I didn’t know how to heal myself

I needed to lay my burdens down, and walk away from them

So I left them on a bench, at the Met in New York

let go

made a wish

And then I met you