Freedom Of Another Kind

The soul-mate ring I bought
for myself
at the Ex years ago adorns my
heart finger
and matches the silver
that shines in my hair
deeming me an Elder

And I smile
when I realise the freedom of that

the angst comes when we expect
people to do for us
what we want for ourselves
and I guess I can nurture myself well
if I recognise
that I know myself best.
oh the joy of that
the peace

All the love I have
is still in my heart
it is sent to you and you and you
and of this I am not ashamed
nor sad
'cause all the selves I ever was
who love you and you and you
are still there
inside me
to keep me warm
 
and with those soul-hugs
I feel your love and laughter
that was once lost
and is now found