Goodbye 

I wish to touch you again 

But fear this damage we’ve done

I love enough

To relinquish tarnishing you

And pray you grow as you should

For to pick a rose from the ground

Only ends its life

I shall cease doing so

May waters from another’s heaven 

Bring you growth

And nurture your petals 

And soils on which you stand

Build foundation in your world

I walk away with your scent

Memories of your texture 

On my fingers

The ones that you let go of

I will forever understand 

The act of letting go

And with these words

My final goodbye 

You will always be…

I may not be perfect, but I certainly am real. I’ve made my mistakes, I’ve hurt people along the way, mostly have hurt myself with my choices. But all I can do is get back up, brush myself off and keep moving. All praise due to the almighty, as long as I have breath in my lungs I am blessed. With that Mi Gente, I will forgive those who have wronged me and I will forgive myself. Pa’lante!