when the tide turns.

hope. i have not had much of this concerning certain areas. i was stuck in pain and everyone around me looking only saw a facade or got sick of looking. i've been suffering my whole life, waiting for someone to tell me i'm not crazy, that this isnt just an overdramatization of reality. i almost gave up on hope altogether. my final strand was rolled away in my last tear..but with that, came new hope. the hope that i am not crazy, someone else is standing up for me too. and as i looked around i began to see more people standing, hoping with me. it was/is a tremendous feeling after walking thru this desert for so long. this post even may seem too dramatic, if you learned what in fact i am talking about. But it's not to me. it is a constant reality that i dont have to face alone. it gives me a shove to walk forward. this..is just the beginning.