It is strange how I have managed <br />To grow wings when before <br />all I could grow were thorns. <br />I guess I just let myself show, <br />I tore the curtains apart <br />And the sun came into the room, <br />Warm and reviving. <br />Now I no longer blame me at nights, <br />people seem less frightening <br />and the tone of my voice is stronger. <br />I can laugh loudly or gently or unexpectedly, <br />Whenever I want, with out caring <br />Whether they find it funny or not. <br />My laugh comes from within <br />And you can tell from my eyes <br />That I’m finally happy with myself. <br /> <br />I have accepted who I am.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-evolution-of-a-cactus/
