And I'm happy to report,
Neither has made me bitter,
Or made me a quitter,
The empath in me became stronger,
And colours suddenly appeared brighter,
Picture Daredevil, with the heightened senses,
I no longer have the patience for pretenses,
In widowhood was born,
A version of me that didn't want to mourn,
My mind has erased all the trauma,
I have undergone,
A full cleanse,
Almost telling me, that my current existence,
Is how life has always been,
And I can't seem to remember any other spin,
I'm told I'm a fighter,
And that I bounced out of this brighter,
Someone called me a light,
That dispelled the night,
Someone even called me a museum piece and claimed I made her laugh,
I'll own this last one, wholeheartedly on my behalf.
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