And then…

And then, I was happy. 

I was still me. 

Still with my anger and my regrets. 

Still with my sadness and my hurt. 

Still with my scars. 

But, I was happy. 

Bright and blooming. Ready to show and share. Wanting to reach to the sun. Just an inch. Just a moment. 

It might not stay. Sure as spring, wrought as winter. Might wilt like the stems and become stagnant and viscous like the water. 

But, now, today, this moment, I had a breath; of growing, of clearness and clarity, of being needed and wanted in that vibrant, green space. A look at hope and with gratitude. I felt a coming alive. 

It was beautiful. 

And I was happy. 

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