What an amazing event it is
when peace eludes from your past.
Days that seemed hopeless,
weeks which felt endless,
and the months spent feeling
incapable of waiting to get older.
Suddenly, these ill moments are forgotten,
and all the beautiful memories of
that era flood into your heart on a lonely night.
People who loved you
return to their place in your heart,
and you find
your appreciation for them is
eternal.
Kindness goes on forever
through old emails
and letters.
All the happiness,
which was dilluted by hurt,
resurfaces,
becoming bold
and builds confidence
for the future.
My peace is my past.
My hope is my present.
My love is my future.
*Thoughts by my friend*
the Lovely Lynly
