they call it happiness
she helped me
the yelling
the torment
the hurt
is no more
the pain
the tears
the isolation
is gone
the cracking
the breaking
the crumbling
a feeling
grows inside me
as I pick up the pieces
of myself
that had once been
lost in the sea of people
it pulls at my lips
tugs at my eyelids
scratches inside
and burns
and bleeds
and blooms
and stays.
I don't know the feeling well.
eyes and lips that were once
closed and silent
fill with noise and they
see.
they see me
peeking through the barrier
that keeps us
apart and
protects drew
creeping through the averted
gazes that now look at
me
they don't look away
when our eyes connect.
they don't become quiet
when drew appears.
they come closer
and the barrier that kept me
from them for years
is now them
keeping drew from
me
tears fall down my cheeks
and I know that feeling
well
but these aren't
tears of pain
this is something else
something I had almost
forgotten
this feeling
they call it
happiness
this is my reality.
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- Tahlie x
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They Call It Pain ✔
Poetry"the feeling comes back, they call it pain, I call it reality." [Commissioned by TELUS for their #EndBullying comment contest]
