Swept under: a poem

"Go touch grass." photographed by Whitney Fakolade

As I stand on the sands of 
serenity,
I open my hands wide
to welcome the warm
embrace of knowing. 

Knowing 

that I am safe,

I am loved,

that love does

not require my 

eyes to see. 

I am swept under

the tides of 

when

how

who.

However, I will not

yield, just yet. 

I will heal, 

I choose forgiveness.

Because I know 

that when I am whole.

I can help to change 

this world too.

To forgive is the 

ultimate form

of self-love.

To let things 

go,

choose healing 

instead of latching

on to the pain.

You will feel 

better, you will 

look better,

and you will 

shine brighter.