If I were a moment,
I’d make myself a forgettable one.
A speck of dust in your eye,
an annoyance you seem to wipe away.
I’d happen every now and then.
If you were a moment,
you’d be the one in my life
where I was taught the lesson;
that it can be the people closest
to you who are the most unkind.
The moment where I realize
I never needed those people to begin with,
and the moment where I gathered
the strength to grow self-confidence
from nothing. . .
