Happy
Not exactly a poem... But very heartfelt nevertheless
It is today. Today I realized that I am happy with who I am. I am happy and glad I’ve failed and I’m happy to have succeeded. Although I will never be proud of the people I have hurt nor the times I have hurt myself, I’ve been loved. I’ve been loved enough for others to put themselves on the edge of a cliff for me. I’ve had people constantly try to find ways to meet my needs—no matter how bothersome. I know at times it is almost impossible to love me, but I am thoroughly grateful for those who have managed to defeat all odds just to make me happy. I can’t thank anyone enough. I am a woman with a purpose. A woman who in spite of all darkness and pain, will find eternal life. Thanks to the few who were able to support me, I am free. I am free to return the love and spread it. I am free to be the woman I was meant to be. The emotional scars are reminders that I am strong. If I am able to do this, I am able to do anything.
(2015)
