Look,
Just look at how far you've come.
You're still alive,
still breathing
Despite how hard it is sometimes.
Take pride in that-
Listen to them when they tell you
You're strong,
Because you are.
YOU ARE READING
Goodbye, Pastel
PoetryI wonder is you can feel it too- The discrete pockets of sunlight Slipping through on dreary days; It warms my skin and fuels my smile. I'll keep the garden, After all. {Sequel to Fake Flowers}
