Growing up.

She pushed away from the shore, adrift at sea it didn't matter if she could ever return.
Her heart iced over many times before.
Clearing her mind was important.
She left behind a world of hurt.
In a haze realizing that worth hadn't yet been defined.
Self reflecting with an angel, hearing tales of heart breaks and aches.
With age comes wisdom or so she hoped.
Letting go was the hardest thing, but the best thing, she just wouldn't know.
At least she figured out what her heart desired.
That people won't change.
That it's in their DNA to be who they are.
There comes a time where loving yourself shouldn't be the only thing carrying you on.
I had to say yes to a chance at more.
Because I'll never give up hope.