I am powerless. I have handed it over.
That was delicious ..
That looks amazing....
That gave me butterflies.
I am enjoying it all.
I am single.
I am alive.
I am young.
I am loving it.
Hand over the resentment of those months.
Where they wasted?
Of course they weren't.
So many lessons, such a tragic being.
But gifts, oh so many gifts.
Pity, humour all replacing anger and resentment.
Not my unbearable. Not my amend.
My gift. My joy. My happiness. Delicious.
Peace now in my head. Peace in my heart.
That magic will come. Because the sprinkles have arrived. They are falling all around me.
Sensuality. Feeling. Returning