Thyme Will Tell Poem by Daniela Iacoppi

I don't want to be the bonus.
The consolation for a life you consider erroneous.
I don't want to be the spice that brings flavour to your family recipe.
A simple additive for your nuclear serenity.
I don't want to be the reason you find the strength to stay in your status quo.
I'm not strong enough to pretend to accept it;
To go with the flow.
I want to be the reason you find your wings,
Your spirit,
Your freedom.
I want to be your reason for leaving.
I want to be the catalyst for your desire to reach in and grab the depth of your dormant emotion,
To bring it to light.
To destroy the unspoken.
To unleash in you the guttural cry of a conscious awakening.
This time I'm doing the taking.
Reaching right for the heart,
I want to be the one to start
Your renewal,
Surrender the duel.
Move the mountain.
Only then can you ascertain
The emancipation of your true emotion.
A deliverance
No more hiding
No more hindrance.
A chance to be real
A chance to feel
To uncover
To discover
You.