My Truth

It poured forth from my lips like molasses, bittersweet with blackness that swallowed you whole 

the sheets still warm with longing, the air hot and sticky like a Louisiana summer and I 

couldn't take it back 

my truth 

it needed to be said, your soul lit on fire, smoke of uncertainty filled the room 

I wanted to regret it, but I didn't, I felt free - like I had opened the door to a cage I did not know existed 

and you

you didn't let my words sink you like pebbles in a pond after the storm 

no, you held your ground and rooted in deeper 

and I 

I really needed that, I didn't know how much I needed that until you handed it to me on wings of freedom 

and I felt free 

liberated from my guilt and shame and denial 

and it needed to be said the way the desert heat needs the rain 

it needed to float on air the way birds glide through blue skies and there were no clouds out that day 

only my perception of stormy weather but I was wrong about the forecast 

and my intuition bowed to my heart as my soul directed me into alignment 

and with the acceptance and awareness of what I need, I offered ink to the extension of our contract; a shortcut on the roadmap to my inner landscape

deeper unfolding into life's mysteries 

and my 

grateful heart hopped into that 1972 mustang and drove off into the sunset with the one who decided to say yes 

to her happiness.