At last

Suddenly, it all stop aching. You rise at the pinnacle of your molted, senescence skin clothed in hopeful complexion. On your lips lies as sweet, cheerful beam of self-fulfillment. Contentment glisten your little with teeth.

at last, sweetheart, you peeled off dusting self-doubt and insecurities. You finally dared to try without fear of failing of disappointing the crowd'.You stopped tearing down your bones as an apology. At last, sweetheart you are now feel sufficient and free. No eyes to satisfy no mouth to please. You finally closed your ears as an approval.

And suddenly, it all starts blooming, soaring, growing. It's when you realize you can't appease everyone, and that you have to dissatisfy some people to make peace of your self.

at last, sweetheart, at last.