There he was, smiling,
His face dark but his heart pure and white.
He was sitting on the far most corner.
I was coming in the door, full of fear,
Only to find out that it was for nothing.
I thought I was dreaming when he said, “I am proud of you.”
I can still hear the words screaming in my head.
Louder than a bomb, but not like an earthquake.
Since that day, I never undermined myself again.