Wiser

I didn’t want him to be another lesson, but I guess I still had some learning to do

Now, I’m all the wiser

I’m older, I’m sadder, I’m happier, I’m lonelier.

I’m more myself, I’m less afraid.

I do more, I think less.

I think I’m starting to see myself the way he saw me…at least the way he did once upon a time.

As someone marvelous, as someone worth it, as someone beautiful, as someone good enough.

Or maybe I’m just finally seeing myself the way I saw him. 

As someone I would do absolutely anything for.

As someone I looked at and saw sunshine and four leaf clovers and joy and safety and home.

I’m pouring into myself the way I always should have been.

And I wonder if that’s what I needed to learn all along.