#WritcoPoemPrompt37
In the quietest part of the night,
When you hover between dark and light,
Wondering if you can float away on dreams,
Hoping they won't turn into screams...
It's what made us believe who is me.


As we traveled through this confusing process. That has become more complex than we expected. We found ourselves near the cemetery. Dancing and chanting our so called abnormal ways.

People have never accepted us. And we even began to not accept ourselves.

Then we began to realize. That it was not the external, but the internal drivers that really made us happy..

Now our time has become a bit more valuable to us. We are starting to refresh ourselves with our own growth. Or maybe even enjoying our personal growing experiences. For we have always known that we are all that we have. So all of the internal yelling, crying and screaming was only ourselves advising us that we were neglecting ourselves.

Our dreams have always been our internal screams. And it's still quite errie throughout this process. For often times we are bad. And often times we are good. Yet, nurturing and loving ourselves have never been the freedom that we understood.
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