Broken peices wisper,
But light still finds its way,
Maybe I can heal,
From her, from him.
Broken trust, raised hands,
From lies and manipulation,
Screams and closets.
Leaving, denying.
I will heal and be whole.
I need to be one again.
Maybe people aren't all shadows.
Maybe kindness does exist.
Just in corners I haven't seen, because I was too afraid to look.
Maybe I can trust, maybe I can grow, and maybe I will be okay.
For now I'll watch and see,
Let the world unfold for me,
And test if truth is real,
Test if kindness is real.
I want to discover trust in a world,
That I haven't seen before.
Because I want, to hope.