Calosha Gomes

I stood outside, before I walked in, to feel all the emotions, because nothing is worse than locking them in.
I walked to get there, with all the flashbacks in front of my eyes. No tears left—the pillow stole them all, in the dark of nights.

This feels so much better. Twice in one day, but somehow it didn’t feel like the end. Maybe it was just the beginning of learning how to care.

Now, I am moving on to the next chapter of care.
I feel the world has opened up to the idea of me going higher, and I have accepted that I am more than the goals I set for myself.

How small things had such an impact on my soul. No tears left to hold on to. No words left to make sense of this space. So I have stepped away.