Pride
Growing shifted from seeing to believing.
I once saw the pride in their eyes,
heard the clap of their hands.
Over time that felt faded, ungenuine, rehearsed,
I needed more than their eyes,
more than their hands,
I needed evidence of truth,
evidence of love and worth,
and that's when I grew.
That's when I heard the words,
"I'm proud of you".
I felt validated, unmatched
and the whole world opened.
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