All of the readers I consult believe
a twin flame true love soul mate will relieve
what’s ailing me. I still and look beneath
romantic stories that I used to breathe
a young girl waiting in a tower above
the cruel world inside. They called it love
with promises sublime I was entrained
to quell my power by the weight of chains.
Recovery depends on the extent
I stand my ground, consent to my ascent.
You have returned, you beg a hearing though
you shunned my overtures, you say you’ve grown
and two hearts exponentially expand
the sensibilities in this new land.
Duality illusion games are through.
The path inviting opens hearts when true.
Alone I meditate and heal myself.
Come as you are. I’m here. Just be yourself.
Inspired by: Recovery, Extent, Promises, Sublime and the OctPoWriMo Day 18 prompt, how to relax and process feelings (Rejuvenate, Reboot, Breathe, Meditation, Process, Healing) in a form of my choosing, which today are rhyming iambic pentameter couplets.