I struggled in your absence

You flourished in yours

What was left to me, was the end of my rope

And so I tied a knot and held on

The thread cut into me

The blood ran down my extended arms

There was nothing beautiful about the crimson painting me

The beauty found was in my resistance

A voice spoke to me, “don’t you dare give up”

A voice that mirrored my own

And soon my feet touched solid ground again

Was it only a lesson to be learned?

What I found,

Was you came back, but I no longer need you