Quit

I do not know how to quit

It’s not how I’m made

Trauma made me a fighter

Grief made me hardened

Love made me want to bring down barriers To really feel what it would be like to be Wanted

Cherished

Reflection makes me realize

I am my own worst enemy

Too many years given away without reciprocation

wrong patterns

not healthy

It’s ok to walk- I should have quit sooner

But my fighter wanted to stand

It’s ok to quit

I don’t have to stand

I do not always have to be strong

Never flex, be the wall, be the armor

For who?

Always for others

Please let me remain pliable, moldable, forgiving & loving

Not ruined, jaded or bitter

I deserve and want something greater Bigger for myself, for my daughter

She has watched me stand for all those years…alone

It’s ok to quit those and things who are not meant for me

Whatever is meant for me will be

Whatever is going to stay will stay

Whatever will leave will leave

Let them leave

I do not chase, I attract

Whomever and whatever belongs to me will find me

And maybe sometimes …

I will grant myself permission to quit

My terms, my life, my love… period.