An excerpt from my poem, "Hope's Up" ♡

The hurt you carry runs so deep

Intertwined with lungs and veins

Within the valleys of your heart and brain

Lie the deepest pains

You don't have to release it all

It's made you who you are today

But to accept the past to enjoy the present

Will lead to more tomorrow's, better days

We are more than just our stories

Who'd wronged us, hurt us, BAD

but not finding ways to move forward

Keeps us living in the past

I hope to everything the day comes

When you look in the mirror, through glass

And see ether, love, and light once buried

That is breaking free at last

Yes you owe it to your children

Your family would love to see it too

But there's nobody more important

Than to owe it all to YOU

Everything about you matters

I hope you someday see this to be true

Because there can never

Won't ever

Will NEVER

Be another soul like you

Anastatia Caraballo, 2020