You Were the One

You were the one to show me that my scars and self inflicted wounds are a beautiful diary of my life's journey. I honor myself by coloring in the lines with needles of ink on my skin.

You were the one who helped me find my happiness, hidden in the bushes beside a park bench. I had left it there years ago while searching for a lost book.

You were the one who reminded me that I created the shackles keeping me confined to the dark places of my soul. When I broke free, you applauded enthusiastically at my bravery.

You were the one who created an awareness of my beauty and grace. I had tossed them aside during my search for the proper outfit to wear on a first date.

You were the one who lead me to release my loss and sorrow and embrace a new hope filled with visions of rainbows drawn in crayon.

You were the one who showed me that solitude is more powerful than capturing a dragonfly in flight. In the silence I found my voice hidden in the space between words.

You were the one I followed into an uncertain future, the map drawn in the blood of lost innocence. I found acceptance by not holding anything back, and speaking my truth with love and pride.

You were the one that made me realize I could carve out my sorrow and fill the hole with self-love. I thought I needed your trust and security, I realized I had to give this to myself first.

You were the one that fought so hard to keep your distance, until I let go of your hand and embraced my fear. Now I walk alone into a fairy tale sunset designed in Hollywood.

You were the one. Now I realize my fears were shadows created by the dark side of the moon where eternity has claws and sharp teeth.

I don't need you anymore, I am the one.