One day my poetry!

One day my poetry,
Will reek of the wars
That I chose to pass,
Not because they were
Scary or I feared to lose,
But because sometimes
Letting go and watching
Is a better idea.

One day my poetry,
Will reek of the soul,
That I wanted to preserve
But couldn’t amidst all the battles.

One day my poetry
Will reek of my strengths
And not my weaknesses
Because, one day I will
Set my fears free,
To see how fearlessly musical
It is, to smile, and sleep.

One day my poetry
Will do that for me
And I will be free
Of the shackles
That have built a fort
To preserve my anxieties
And not my soul.

One day, my poetry
Will be mine,
All mine,
That day, I will sleep
Like a baby.