You welcomed me, tentatively, into your sweet embrace.
Hesitatingly, you let me in.
Your beauty captured me at first sight.
And you invited me to behold the beauty within.
I saw you for what you are.
I saw beneath the surface and felt your pain
and you invited me to release
You challenged me to stand my ground
to hold firm to my own Truth.
As you revealed more of yourself to me,
the inevitable colonial powers that be
increasingly asserted their claim.
Our light was too bright
for their darkness
held too firmly.
I felt the end was nearing
and I dug my heels in.
One last grip.
I wasn't ready to let go.
In some ways, it felt like we embraced each other.
One final time.
Before we both had to release.
To let go.
And then I was ready to walk away.
Just like that.
It was time.
It was magic.
It was fate.
It was karma.
That brought us together.
That tore us apart.
That allows us both to walk away.
Stronger because our paths crossed.
I can't explain our connection
but I know it was meant to be.
I am better for it.
I have to believe you are, too.
As I walk away, know that
I will carry a piece of you
with me, always.
I believe in your promise.
I recognize your pain.
I see you.
And I love you,
even as it's time to walk away.
As I reflect on the emotional and spiritual journey of my Peace Corps service here in South Africa, I am grateful and honored you’ve chosen to join me. ♥
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