Lately, I feel like I am disappearing daily;
Slowly but surely, feeling like I'm losing my significance in the people that matters most to me's lives.
But I'm hopeful. More than anything, I am hopeful.
Hopeful is that sweet tingling feeling in your heart,
The warm feeling when you can feel a smile spread across your face like jam on bread.
The moment when you realise that this is all okay; that i am all okay.
Hope is many other things:
Whether it's my friend's laughing at my joke so hard that they're in tears,
Whether it's a dog running around in a park,
Whether it's a cold winter's day and the heating is on full blast, making you feel warm and safe from the cold,
Whether it's the aftertaste of pink lemonade or the taste of homemade brownies,
Or whether it's watching my favourite film for the second time in a row.
I am surrounded by happiness and joy,
That's a fact.
Although,
Sometimes I struggle to notice it,
I end up feeling lonely or down,
but I'll
always get the occasional reminder of the small things that make me happy.
No matter what it is; it makes me feel hopeful.
And that alone defeats any negative thought or comment I have about myself.
My friends and family are a constant reminder that I'm not disappearing daily,
That I am a big part of their lives,
That I cheer them up when they're down,
That I'm funny and I never fail to make them laugh.
That I am good enough for all of them.
And I'll never not be.
And that yes,
My family and my friends;
They do love me.
And that yes,
I am loved.
Because I deserve this.
And I always will.
Because I am hopeful.
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Hiraeth
Poetry(n). A blend of homesickness, nostalgia and deep longing for something, especially one's home in Wales; an ode to the loss of our homeland, our language and our traditions. •I update this quite infrequently :(•
