Seeds

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.