If we could change one thing
We wouldn’t change a thing
This winding, thorny, snaking path
led us home, and here.
I’m here, it whispers
Feel me, stroke me, see me
There’s nothing I won’t be for you
You’re the master, the commander
and I shape-shift to your will.
Be the change
Feel the love
Catch lemons and make lemonade
What matters, when we part ways
is the shape of me
in you.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thanks so much 🙏 just sat down with a cuppa to enjoy some of the other poems you’ve posted on your site. Inspiring!
LikeLike
A beautiful post ❤️
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks so much for reading it!
LikeLiked by 1 person
You welcome dear ❤️
LikeLike