Half of me

[Bunx]

Compromise is the medicine.
Treatment over time.
Some mornings I see my reflection
knowing part of my identity died.

I mourn my old symmetry,
as well as my old smile.
I miss the way I saw mountains,
my backyard for endless miles.

Half of me
recalls these memories.
Fearless feelings where I was in control.
Secured in landscapes that inspired
endless ideas that made me whole.

Until I went too far.
Lost a trail made for one.
False signs, ghosts, illusions appeared.
Until all illusions had gone.

Lessons learned
from that surreal landscape.
Made half of me afraid
Never wanting to wander.

Disillusionment drained me,
Isolating skepticism restrained.
My original identity buried
Under the concrete rubble of fear.

A year went by, ghosts at bay.
Lovers approached, seasons changed.
Eventually my sleeping half blossomed
A flower seeded in debris.

I can't help but think of those flowers,
without significance.

I can't help but realize there is love within
perseverance.