I still don't know what it means...
To be made of you, but not enough for you.
I can no longer get caught up in your storm in an effort to free you...
or join you just to prove my love.
I have to place myself gently down on the ground...
to walk my own way holding all of my hearts.
There is a freedom in this choice -
to no longer only be accepted under your terms.
Having to show that I am suffering less, but never amounting to more.
But there is also a sadness -
in handing you a compass & having faith you will find your way.