You were born free like a wildfire — roaring love to life — setting our world alight
Your born day, was the beginning of our walk together.
Could you have known you were destined to breathe your stardust into me — into us, now see how your legacy repeats — through six independent heartbeats.
I have courage under fire, because of you — I wonder if you know that. My ego wishes to hold you near, but love knows so much better than that
“Love liberates, it doesn’t just hold.” — Maya Angelou
Forgive my selfish need to be held only by you, back then — I didn’t understand you needed to be held too.
This day belongs only to you. Everything is possible because of your breaths, your bones, your water — your blood.
Now, here I try and try — to bleed love onto the page. Some wounds, just can not be stitched. I’m still healing, softly — slowly.
Maybe, I can put helium into a bouquet of balloons — and release them up to the stars — as I liberate you.