Learning to let go of the imaginary
unfinished conversations like
the trees let go of the leaves in Autumn
has been a process of shedding skin
and extra weight that used to
cling to my bloated waist
like the fireflies thronging to light.
I realise that you did not deserve me
and I deserved so much better.
Instead I got stuck on repeat
with a clearly unnecessary cycle
that in turn necessitated
some unfinished conversations
with myself, more than anyone else.
It took me all these years to
finish those conversations
and allow my body to heal.
Thank you Universe for allowing me
time and space to hibernate and recuperate,
to create space where I can cradle the balance
of light and shade in between my palms.