I like this version of myself.

This version has gone through a lot. 

I've cried,

I've felt hopeless,

rejection and silence have been my mortal enemies. 

I wanted the world to stop spinning beneath my feet,

as I felt I was dying. 

I look in the mirror and I see the reflection of someone who survived her worst hell.

I'm smiling.

Not overconfident... but wiser.

I like this version of myself.

I try to envision a nice memory
but if I do
I cannot help but to feel my stomach burning.
Usually nice memories
did not have nice endings.

Smiles and tears are pretty much the same.