I heard them say,

“You’ll get over this, come this way,”

I let my mind sway.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday,

What day you say?

I heard them say,

“You’ll come out of this stronger.”

I wanted to be bolder,

Happier.

Lovelier.

I wanted it all, but I received none of it.

I knew I’d been swayed,

But I didn’t know how much until she said,

“Show me your scars and I’ll write your story.”

I told her and she looked into my eyes.

Dried up, she said “Come back and tell me tomorrow.”

 

 

I swayed. She stayed.

Dried up, hollow and sore, she said “you heard them say, and you swayed.

Why choose to sway when you can it have your way? Listen to yourself…love,

listen to yourself because when you sway, then it’ll be like a flower in bloom,

like you were born to dance.”