Happy Tears

My fears used to result in tears.

Knowing that every room I walked through

I was never safe and destined to be abused.

Every cry for help,

'I was not making easy on myself'.

Every hope,

was lost as I fell into a downward slope.

Fighting, futilely, forever

was its own pointless endeavor.

Until I became free,

but that statement was new to me

and did not know what that could be.

My first day of being free

showed me every possibility.

When I was lost,

there was a generous hand to help me across.

When I needed help,

I thought I would be by myself,

but one request to feel at home,

'Done'.

My tears have been from fear,

but today,

my tears were from being happy here.