this is the poetry

that has come from the

two different parts of me;

the side that is healed

and the side that is still stitching itself

back together.

i am happy to love him

and even happier to be loved in return,

but there is still the sadness,

and the pain,

and the anger.

so, so much anger.

this is the writing

that has come from

learning that it is alright to

cry about it, even now,

when you feel like you

shouldn't have a reason to.

these are the words

that have come after

acknowledging the pain,

all of it, and not shoving it

back inside myself.

this is the poetry

that has come from

facing the skeleton in my closet

with him by my side to hold my hand.

this is the poetry

that has come from

finally realizing it is okay

to be okay

but also not okay

at the same time.

-c.h.

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