I'm not the same
as I was then, it's
still so hard to
believe that was me.
The anger you could
never understand, broke
so easily, it was all
that I ever knew.
Unknowingly he made
me afraid to speak
to you, afraid to say
what I felt.
Inside that fire has
subsided to someone
else's memory, someone
with whom I once struggled.
I'm here, watching
the sunrise today. I
wait in the darkness
for it each morning.
Staring as it grows
so luminously bright.
Staring as it gives
each day light.
And to me, it gives
hope.
