Maybe someday
Maybe Someday
Maybe someday I will find
that time wasn't truly lost —
that I just needed all those years
to remember who I was
beneath all the noise,
beneath the longing
to be loved
by someone who could not love himself.
Maybe I stayed too long.
Or maybe I stayed
as long as my younger self needed
to understand
why she chose him.
Why she thought
this was what love looked like.
He brought confusion.
But he also brought
strength,
courage,
and wisdom —
And the most precious gift of all —
a daughter born from the fire
with eyes full of tomorrow.
So no,
it wasn’t wasted.
It was human.
It was messy.
It was mine.
And time?
Time is only real
when it teaches us
to be kind
to the one we once were.
Maybe someday I will find
that time wasn't truly lost —
that I just needed all those years
to remember who I was
beneath all the noise,
beneath the longing
to be loved
by someone who could not love himself.
Maybe I stayed too long.
Or maybe I stayed
as long as my younger self needed
to understand
why she chose him.
Why she thought
this was what love looked like.
He brought confusion.
But he also brought
strength,
courage,
and wisdom —
And the most precious gift of all —
a daughter born from the fire
with eyes full of tomorrow.
So no,
it wasn’t wasted.
It was human.
It was messy.
It was mine.
And time?
Time is only real
when it teaches us
to be kind
to the one we once were.
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Hans Winter: | Dinsdag, augustus 05, 2025 15:50 |
| goedmoedig genegen wezen kan gebleven veel genezen, of beter op weg gezegd eens verenigd haar zo waar ingelegd helen. hans |
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| M-Rose: | Maandag, augustus 04, 2025 18:48 |
| 2be kind = 2be loved |
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