UNEARTHED TRUTHS

Admitting to myself that I had not loved,

The weight felt lighter than my past dread.

And like poisonous vines, words grew rapidly in my head

Excuses had never been enough.

Such a soothing liberation,

Letting yourself lie down in utter relaxation.

A still field in the dead of the night,

Fireflies buzzing, glowing bright.

Nothing is of great importance 

Until it is time to go home.

Who is there to grant some reassurance 

To this frail heart without letting it roam?