My heart is satisfied.
I have walked through a storm of grief.
Denial: it can't be like this.
Bargaining: if I do this, will you love me?
Anger: I want revenge!
Depression: this time, mercifully short.
Acceptance: it is so and I accept it.
My heart is satisfied
that I have held each stage
inside and only let a little out.
Perhaps you sensed the stages,
I don't know.
This is my work
and it is done.
Now I will wait
I do not think you will come towards me.
You say that you cannot open your heart.
But my heart is satisfied
that I have been open
and there is only acceptance