A new house.
New smells flood my brain like the flow of rain drops
down the car window on a trip into the unknown.
I can remember a time
with sun glowing through the windows of a school I've learned to love rather than hate
almost as bright as her smile.
Which I've unexpectedly come to love.
School work becomes a distraction to drown out my aching thoughts that often paralyze me
and I continue to dread going home a little more each day.
Each moment feels like I'm stuck at the bottom of the ocean
choking on the fear of waking to see another day.
But in this moment
the glimmer that shows in her eye each time I make her laugh
it all seemed to disappear.
For to see another day means to see another one of her smiles
and stare in awe as the sun sends beams of gold through her chocolate eyes.
Maybe if I find a few more people like her
I can learn to long for more days instead of fear them.
