by Stacie Ramirez
I used to think I could find happiness
By sacrificing my own
I always thought getting away would be fun
But I always miss home
I never thought I would overcome the hurt
But it has molded me into a sturdy vase
I have become more understanding
By presenting myself an empty slate
Oh how I dwell on things in my past
And oh how they linger and haunt
But I have seized the day
Do you know the joy accomplishment has brought?
I say farewell I open this page
I write vigorously about my life
And talk about the hurt I’ve famously caged
I water myself with wisdom
And encourage others with deep vitality
But how does the person that has it all together sleep?
Does he or she clinch their fist as they continuously weep?
The mentor longs for something
Oh it aches!
The simplest of disappointments
Has haunted them for a decade