Literature
Consistent through every storm
All you needed to do was
to remain
by my side
until I became
worthy
of us both.
Now, I am only worthy of the praise,
worthy of myself for what I have accomplished in the absence of you.
And I keep reminding myself
(I must, for I often forget)
that
the lack of you
does not mean
lack of me.
I am still here.
After everything, every storm, even in ruins,
I exist.
I exist.
I exist.
In whatever shape or form,
I am here.
As for you...
You were gone before the first dash of wind struck and the first drop of rain fell.
Such cowardice isn't compatible with such success.
Never was.
So, wherever it is that you are entire,
you are whole,
know that I am not envious of your entity,
for even in the pieces the storm made out of me,
I am not a coward,
for I have remained consistent with my beliefs and goals
through every storm,
even the one of my own.
I.L.
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