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.