Time.

I woke up and did not fear time For the first time Slept in, felt safe, how sublime Didn't hear that gnawing sound Feet planted firmly on the ground. Is this a win?... I felt Him I performed my recitations He is within me, a manifestation I do my rituals, clean myself Don't feel the pain of delay, caring for my health Wait, what's that? It's back. The fear of the fall Oh dear, Am I going to ruin it all? Is this a facade? Is this healing? A fake example of what could be? What it feels like to be truly free? The paranoia says don't trust it Don't trust this feeling Another moment for me to be disgusted The medicine, it granted me a glimpse Of the person that I can be A sudden, sweet, and true epiphany. No, I will not take shortcuts I will become, Picturesque like one of your portraits. My time is my everything, I'm on time, I'm organized, I am structured, every single line... So why don't I feel divine? Why doesn't this feel like function? Or give me some kind of satisfaction? What was the point of all the stress, When I still feel like such a mess? You say my life is not my own You say that time is for my growth For healing and for strength To find the quiet I have never known. You'll give me pavers to step upon A path my own two feet must travel on. I will miss you every single moment where we're apart Your words and recitations right here on my heart Love has no time constraints We are doing what we were made to do My love You don't need to force it Your pace is perfect for me. It's perfect. You're right on time. You are mine. Yeah You are mine.