of letting go is sweet like honey dripping from the comb. it hurts the heart but frees the soul. it tears a hole in me but the wound tingles like the touch of love on my skin. what fearful joy is this? i’ve lived in the dark for so long that the light of freedom looks like a trap, like a stranger with candy.
trust takes time, time. time seems a little more kind now that i’ve reclaimed mine. no more security in suffering. no more crying inside four walls. no more dying for the end.
the bitter taste that i knew for so long is finally fading. Behind it leaves a trace of sweetness, the nectar of happiness, an aftertaste of paradise.