On my Terms

Let me stand up tall
Just as I am supposed to be
Everything I need
I already have here
And since I met you
This force pulling me back
Is also keeping me down
On the ground
It never takes long enough
Before I come back
Resisting with all my strength
I am but a fragile flower
Being blown in the direction you choose
Let me grow out of this
Rooted in something new
That is self-sustaining
And if you are meant for me
I will be back
When I am ready
On my terms

1 comment:

soulintention said...

we are fragile - you speak of it well here revealing everything we need -- is within our own terms ---