It finally stopped leaking, but the damage is done.
Those gates busted open so the water could run.
Drowning all in its path, a killing spree.
Crushing every last bit of my identity.
Because I thought to live was to be defined,
by the look one sees in their lover’s eyes.
But now I know better that the shipwreck you caused,
was just the perfect disaster to help me to pause.
To live, get centered, to find myself again.
To realize all I’m searching for is myself in the end.
I’m my own lighthouse, my own ship in the night.
And the destruction you caused?
It’s just a crack to let in the light.