Today was beautiful
The way the sun shined upon my skin
I roll out of bed and into the bathroom
I continue with my morning routine, thinking of my fully scheduled day.
I sit and start to think
I stare into the ceiling and I just can’t hold it in anymore.
I sit and I cry and cry until the sun is high in the sky.
No one to hold on to and no one to hold me through all I am stumbling to.
I can sit here and ponder or I can get up and understand my plan.
There is no way I am sitting here and doing nothing.
Not now and not anymore.
I am taking back me and my happiness.
I am taking back me.
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Jonneisha George
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