Love can make you think about the truest things. I for one enjoy the topic of love in its darkest and lightest forms.
Finally I can breath,
Finally I can be myself,
Finally I no longer feel small,
Finally, the rainbow has returned.
After years of being in a relationship that was mentally draining I can say I am free.
After days of having to pretend I can be myself.
After hours of trying to prove my love I can finally believe in myself.
After seconds of trying to convince myself that it would work I am sure that working on myself is more beneficial.
The happiness I can't keep to myself.
I want to stand on top of a building and shout that I am free.
I am no longer captive.
I feel alive.
The storm is over,
The sun is shining bright in the sky,
The rainbow is high above the sky and
I am pretty sure I found the gold at the end of it.
© 2020 Hertha David