Old me

I don’t miss the old me

But I do thank her

For being lost in others 

Only to discover herself in the sands of their despair

Lost in a succession of ocean waves

Drenched in melancholy kisses

Sweeter than the lies we tell ourselves

In every grain that pierces our souls

She rejoices as this feels like the sweet remembrance that was once lost

I thank her

For loving others more than herself

Because the tears she cried in her nights watered her flowers for the spring

Her body no longer shudders at the thought of those moments that come in cadence to visit her slumbers

She found light where there was none

The moon recalls her solemn cries and feels that they’ve ceased

The sun welcomes her anew

You have been dying for so long, my dear

You forgot what it was like to feel alive again

Where the trees dance upon your arrival

The hummingbirds gravitate closer, mistaking you for the sun’s light rays

It is at this moment, you are as radiant as your first daybreak

When the earth welcomed you with the breath of life

Dance

In true gratitude