For the first time

woman-rainFor the first time,
she didn’t care what her hair looked like.
She didn’t care what she was wearing.
She Laughed and laughed with those around her.
She cried those tears life had given her,
sharing felt quite easier.
For she was among people
with a soul like hers-understanding and pure.

For the first time, she was home.
And she would remain there.

– Anonymous


Author: pecsbowen


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