I have never cried from happiness
But the silence of a wartorn apartment makes my face burn
As though I was standing at hell's gates
And this was the illusion my mind tricked itself with
Though I could easily cry from the anxiety
Of every rustling blind, every misplaced footstep,
And every screaming neighbor that forces my brain
To shush my racing heart and say "It's over now,"
And my body soaks in a hot spring of relief
As the exhaustion catches up to me
My brain, ever the peacemaker, tells my body "never again,"
And I wonder how long it will really be before I trust another
Because my heart is desperate to believe some people are good
And I am worthy of being cared for
And logic seldom wins these battles
