In the quiet dawn of acceptance, I stand,
Bid adieu to the veils of denial's hand.
Embracing truth's gentle, unyielding sway,
I'll tend to my soul in the light of the day.
No need for reminders, for I understand,
I'll be gentle with myself, heed life's command.
In the serenity of this newfound grace,
I find solace in bidding denial's embrace.
So farewell to the shadows, to the veil's last sway.
I'll take care of myself, find my own way.
With peace as my guide, I bid you adieu,
May you too find your truth, in all that you pursue.
West Java, April 2024.
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Little Nasty One from the Island
PoetryThese are the poems I wrote during my healing journey after a painful breakup.