Set Sail

This peace is a devilish stranger,
but it has delivered tonight an embrace,
a pleasure that I get from knowing
that you have lost grip to this face.
I am now and forever will be me,
no more captive to your flaws,
no more a basket case running,
on the floor crawling.
I am special,
I can now agree with others,
beautiful with much to offer,
to another man,
to this painted plain,
to my future in your hands.
Spiritual was never my backbone,
but I give this sorrow away,
ready for you to grace my life,
and start listening to what you have to say.
I am meant to be happy,
I have a life to begin,
now is the only time to try,
because I do not want to die.
I thought about it in days past,
but where would that leave me,
or any ingredient of my soul,
nowhere,
a place I no longer want to see.
I will not sink any further,
all these souls are trying to reach out,
trying to save me if I fail,
but they can stop trying,
i've got a hold of the sail.