I’m entirely new now

A cup of coffee to start my morning off;

I never drank coffee, you would know that.

But I drown out the taste with 3 creams

And five sugars, anything to feel awake.

I'd be proud of me- if I could see past the

Nights I cry myself to sleep, drowning in tears;

Or the uncertainty of my future,

Crippling me, until I am left with few choices.

To move forward and become someone new,

Or to hold on to the parts of me you loved.

Some days I revel in the thought

That if we met again- I'd be a stranger.

Most days it doesn't feel like a bad thing.