The Price of Sacrifice

The journey to self is long. The price you pay to obtain greatness is to give in to the process. Lose yourself, give up the faith, break down your walls, in order to emerge beyond your grace. Find new strength with the knowledge anew, come up for air so you can remember the core of you. For when it’s done you won’t believe, the person that’s you, isn’t the one that everybody use to see.

Colors

Listen to the art, the sight and sound. Colors of retro flow throw your bounds. A bridge to another by squares and circles, open the mind so your insecurities will struggle. The feeling of normal escapes me. A set of unsolidified rules that govern how we may live. Why do you have the privilege of living your life knowing what you did to me?

You saw my innocence and ripped it out, I had learned to build a life with you, and you just threw it out. Thrashed and scattered were pieces of me, leaving was an option but you abuse the kind part of me. The price of sacrifice is something no one tells you. The peace you built for the happiness within, became a tragedy you created, because now I’m left with nothing.

A whole life for as long as we stood, I have to pick up my pieces, while you stood with some. Having to say goodbye is something I wanted up front and with solace in yearning I don’t feel like giving an uck. I’ll do me and you do you, these memories will stay with me, because the love I brought here will never stay with you.

I love me more than I would love you, and finding me is more important than being with you for finding me means to find endless love. We meet and we play continuously learning new things. We come to find joy in the little spaces in between we call our room. The people we hold close were tested and grown, I risked it all so I wouldn’t feel alone.

To be alone is to accept and be content with fueling my own energy. Not to be lonely but to have time for me to just be me. Without judgement or change in core character. To laugh at the nothing or at everything. To work on myself when no one is around. To live with myself when no one is watching. The price of sacrifice doesn’t mean the end even though everyone feels that way. The price of sacrifice is to love yourself, over, and over again.