The replacement of the ring you hold dear to your heart
has me questioning your integrity?
Sun has fallen, and the only thing
that has me for the abyss of timber.
At the same time,
I lay sun-kissed in chambers of sunflowers, as one serves fit.
Twirling like the unstoppable courage
to say goodbye to the infinite depth of your existence.
Invisible like the thoughts you once held dear, as you forgot to remove the ring that you pledged allegiance to.
The power of confidence illuminates like the ocean’s highly gifted and scripted spirit.
Don’t cry me a river, and tell me that I am being completely brash; if you have forgotten, I’m the captain of this ship, so I am the leader and protector of this guarded heart.
The simplicity of treasuring each moment, like it was my last breath. When someone tells you that you can’t, take it upon yourself to show them that your replacement is valid, and it suffices when you can’t recognize my worth.
I dealt with the sadness, crumbled, dreaded with saltness of the pain that wrapped me into the pieces of unfaithfulness as you masqueraded as a knight.
Let the ring torch your finger as you pull the flesh off, as I watch the stains on the floor as a remembrance of your scent.
I pray for blankets of peace as I soothe my soul, and I watch you get stung with the hurt that you allowed me to endure.
Alone doesn’t suffice but profess in the twilight of smiles. The courage of stamina, as the angles, watch by the wings.
Giving up was not an option, moved by the luminosity of freedom. I’ve got the stamina of the stallion once we finalized our divorce.
I clap as I cut my eyes at you because I am still here, basking in the glory of your misery.
As the river runs and stretches for miles, I leap forward and put on my stiletto heels and my finest dress as I mourn your soul, spirit, and the splinters that sprung like the branches of the tree.
Please forgive me as I get a peek of the choir singing your farewell; yes, it’s a salted wound, but I paid the price to stand on your grave.
The thunderclouds survived like the fire meet gasoline, but I found the courage to change.
I walked like a wounded warrior, but I was resurrected like the phoenix my ancestors did because their love for me preserved me through every situation.
I never gave up, and you just gave me more reason to reach new heights because I am officially divorced; as you contemplated about the ring you held so tightly, I laughed with sweet spirits.
I found my way out of you, and I’ll know next time to identify the signs to look for when I am looking to satisfy my desires for the next to go around.
The body’s rhythm is singing with a triumphant glory as I welcome a new season of healing and growth.
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Healing Majestically 