Zahir

This time around I won't hide behind my walls I built
Through time and all oceans tide.
Walls fall down, drowning atrophy in this tidal residue.
Come wash away this ferocious gravity reclaiming me from you.

In despair for far too long I've torn myself apart.
No more. I will heal as soon as pain allowes me to breathe.
From despair I've found hope, from this hope I found peace.
To let go, to let you rest in peace