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I've been doing this wrong for so long.
What it took for me to see that loving others isn't enough.
Putting their needs and dreams ahead of the lines I had meant to write for myself.
I was always taught "Heaven's gate comes with a tally of rights and wrongs"...
What if instead I'm asked "Were you happy?" by God?
Then I look back and realize time passed like clouds.
The ink ran out, signed, sealed, and delivered.
The book is sold out.
Did I find the place where I belonged?
Did I fight for the story that was told to be mine and mine alone?
Did this heartbeat for others but also its bliss?
I decided to try being as loving to my loved ones as I am wary of my needs.
ns 15.158.61.8da2
