Miscellanea

For the First Time

Last night I saw myself crying for the first time again in years

And it was not the desperate cry that I was familiar with

I was not holding back my voice

I was not hiding my stained cheeks

I was not even trying to look away

Because for the first time in years

I can look at you

And I can cry my heart out

With the shear glisten of hope

That I am understood too

Under a circumstance that would have been impossible all those years ago

I am finally at peace with my past

And I am not afraid to show the world 

How happy and content I am