Loved
Whether it was the beautiful sound of my mother's humming late at night
And her soft touch to my scalp as I drift off to sleep,
Or crying myself to sleep to the echoing sound of glass shattering on the wooden floors downstairs,
I knew that everything would be alright the next day
And I was loved.
Whether it was the reassuring squeeze of a friend's hand
Reminding me that I'm not alone,
Or the feeling of loneliness
As I sat in a crowded room full of strangers,
Deep inside, I knew I was loved.
Whether it was the wild screams coming from me and my best friend
As we zoom down the stomach-churning drop in the roller coaster,
Or the inaudible cries within at midnight as I lay in the dark,
My thought twisting and turning in awful ways,
I always felt loved.
Whether I was walking alongside my loved ones in bright lights,
Or fearfully stumbling alone in endless darkness,
I kept going because I know
That I was loved,
I am loved,
And I will be loved.
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