That line, "you are mine; I am my own," changed how I read everything that came before it. It feels like the poem isn't really choosing between love and freedom, it refuses to separate them.
I feel the longing but also the acceptance in this. It’s on the cusp but not quite there yet. It’s waiting. But it’s not. Who knows what the future holds.
Beautifully put and that is maybe all we ever really have. We can’t control and we don’t need to. We just get comfortable with the uncomfortable- the unknown, and enjoy it. 🫶💛 Thanks for your comment and restack.
That line, "you are mine; I am my own," changed how I read everything that came before it. It feels like the poem isn't really choosing between love and freedom, it refuses to separate them.
And absolutely that’s exactly what I’m navigating with whom i’m With. That diynsmic. I’m So grateful to you for that reflection 🫶💛 thankyou
You are welcome
I feel the longing but also the acceptance in this. It’s on the cusp but not quite there yet. It’s waiting. But it’s not. Who knows what the future holds.
Beautifully put and that is maybe all we ever really have. We can’t control and we don’t need to. We just get comfortable with the uncomfortable- the unknown, and enjoy it. 🫶💛 Thanks for your comment and restack.
This whole thing flowed so perfectly. So beautiful my friend