Last night I saw myself crying for the first time again in years
And it was not the desperate cry that I was familiar with
I was not holding back my voice
I was not hiding my stained cheeks
I was not even trying to look away
Because for the first time in years
I can look at you
And I can cry my heart out
With the shear glisten of hope
That I am understood too
Under a circumstance that would have been impossible all those years ago
I am finally at peace with my past
And I am not afraid to show the world
How happy and content I am
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Miscellanea
PoetryThis is a collection of prose, poems, and quotes continuing Trinkets. If you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you!