does it still haunt you? does it still scream from the depths of your being? from the pit in your chest? does it still ignite a fire so brutal it burns while you cry?
i’m going to make a life i love even if it’s not the one i expected or thought i wanted. and i am going to let myself be proud and grateful of what i do have. i am allowed to be proud of it without other people realizing gravity of what i have accomplished in scale to my life and abilities. i do not need permission.
