Come Out

Little bits of bitterness is trying to hold on; This time Time is teaching , the Art of withdrawn. In panic; the pain The sunshine to the droplets of rain They say it will come, Eventually through Time . Even The black thundering nights have blue sky Hidden behind. It shall come thou ; But it feels empty , without thee. Its been too long to feel that It feels to Disown the thought that makes me think I am nothing without it. The time to Summon; of feeding myself the bad times Creation of my identity is lot more than the toxic things I shall Whine. Let, myself own the decision without Ruling things that could not possibly Be. A loose end to this thread; just let it Be. The way it started It was your first start; before even happening You lived it throughout that. Attachments are hard. Work ,Relations and where not? The time you give In The satisfaction will start to sound , More of you ,Life; In the harder way Makes You come Out.