I’M SORRY

I’m sorry I hurt you,

that I fell out of grace.

It wasn’t my intention,

I didn’t feel in a good place.

It’s paradox to feel home,

in a space that’s not safe.

All I need is speak truth,

voice my needs bold and brave.

Received with an open heart,

my words sharp stings of pain.

Though for me this is art,

a break out of an ancient game.

My art to express the repressed, 

my urge to be free.

Free to be me.

Free to be me.

Yes I’m free to speak up

and to push you away,

with my words full of grief, 

childhood trauma and pain.

But what felt free, now I see,

it’s a firewall of protection. 

I’m not free to be me,

my inner child needs affection.

And it moves me to tears,

to see you remain.

You just sit here and hold me, 

while you’re also in pain.

We’re two wounded kids

on a journey to learn,

what it means to be loved

without a concern.

And I thank you for loving 

all my demons and light.

I think it is time to let go 

of my fears and this fight.

© 2023 | Annabelle Bini | 2.9.2023