It matters not
What others see
Or think of me
A friend said she's been "in the desert"
I agree for myself
I am in a valley
Mountains on both sides
Steep climbs upwards
I thank the universe
It is a different mountain
Than after I left an abuser.
Some days time is silent
I am still me,
Yet not the me
I want to be, will be
Again.
Time can stand still
However long it needs to
I will still be here
Sifting sand to find the gold again.
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