By Gladys Canby

 

My joy is

starting to return.

Colors are brightening and

I have been

smiling more.

No more is the me who

keeps her eyes

fixed on the ground.

No more do I fight myself

over whether or not

I am important.

Now,

I am starting to feel

like I matter to

someone.

I’m starting to feel like

I exist.

I have begun my life,

and ended my survival.

 

Editor: Holden Hartle