Wait for the days

On the days where I cannot go outside, the sun shines through my window, and even though it blinds my eyes every time I look at it, it reminds me to always look on the bright side.

On the days where I venture out into the world, I'm allowed to feel the breeze in my hair and sing as loud as I can, while my voice is carried through the wind, hopefully reaching the ears of someone who needs a hand.

when it is my time to cry, something I've done many times before,

The world decides to cry for me instead,

and I am left dry and happy,

Imagination brighter than ever.

And as I roll down the hill, on the very grass I've felt on my skin since I was young, I smile and laugh with the memories I hold dear to my heart as I realize that I've started to move on, and that I do not have to hurt any longer.