time viii

time, you ran out

taking every last ounce of doubt

away from me. knowing what i know now – knowing what i may

need to pursue the rest of my journey

the stuff that i thought before, that i need now not bury

what we had, we shared and i held so dear

thew it all in, everything including that mirror

i need them not, to tell me i’m real

to tell me that i’m worthy – that i’m allowed to feel