My heart bleeds.

For they do not recognize what is important to me.

History unknown out of ignorance.

They do not know what makes me myself.

Other priorities higher on the list.

An afterthought.

***

My mind cries.

For I do not always recognize what is important to me.

Content to mask it behind unimportance.

That way my hopes are not crushed.

That I might not be betrayed again.

Trying to keep it an afterthought.

***

Then my soul weeps with a smile.

For complete strangers recognized what is important.

Giving a path of escape.

A way out leading to healing and growth.

Blessing that I did not have the heart or mind to hope for.

Knowing that I was more than an afterthought.