Light Filters In: Poems

by Caroline Kaufman

I’ve spent so much time trying to become who I should be that I lost myself along the way.

I know I shouldn’t rely on love from other people. but if someone else can love me, that means it’s possible for me to do it as well.

I am beautiful. this (depression) (anxiety) (pain) is not.

you can either make a graveyard or a garden. you can either rot or grow.

you were made to do more than hide in the shadows of another’s leaves.

be grateful that time will heal the wounds but leave the scars. how else will you remember all that you’ve survived?