Euphoria

by F.S. Yousaf

Assured I am always heard, Even through silence. As I write on paper Or think to myself. I am alone But never forgotten.

Conform Through abuse and hurt, I was taught to stay silent. My emotions were never to reach the surface, they were to remain in the depths of my being for letting them out would be unlawful. “Masculinity”

The act of an apology Does not hold the power to instantly heal, But it gives enough momentum To start moving forward. The art of forgiveness

I am thankful for the ones that have seen the most of me, and stayed.

I do not desire a life Where I am constructed by normality. I crave a different life, Something unlike others.

The way you have seen me Is rarely witnessed by others. I am bare-bodied, My thoughts, aspirations, and love Lay on the floor before you.

Breathable moments Are only remembered When anxiety has struck, And has taken the privilege of air. I am alone, grasping at my ribs, Pleading myself to breathe, As my mind has made me believe That I am being suffocated By the walls around me.

As much as it hurt To see you leave, It could not compare to the feeling Of finally being free. When you left