and then one day she trusted herself
she trusted herself because that was all she had.
she wanted to be happy so she built a house of happiness.
her broken hands often fumbling with each brick
everyday as the sun was swallowed by the night she swore she almost disappeared with it
but her trust with herself always made her continue to build the next day
it took her years to perfect the house
years to design each room
to design the colours
to add each flower
designing each room for her and only her
and when she tells you building a house of happiness isn't simple, believe her despite the way she made it seem so simple
your hands will hurt, your back will ache
you will question your worth as did she
you will wonder why this house is worth the years of pain; struggle
and then one you finally finish your beautiful house of happiness
you will realize why
you will realize that without the pain there would be no way to differ happiness from sad
you will realize that your hands will grow strong
you will realize why each room needed that perfect designing
and most importantly, you will realize that you were the house the whole time.
that you are the house.
and you deserve to be your own happiness.
-build.
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Poetrylost thoughts hoping to find a home on paper. (And with that she found her worth was more then a feeling) **new to this whole writing thing. **the feedback means the most xxx ***if you ever need to talk my inbox is open:)
