one day perhaps

And one day, perhaps, my mind and heart will be of the same sentiment— to be happy. No longer will my thoughts race against my longing, nor will my heart ache for what my mind denies. One day, perhaps, the war within will hush, and joy will bloom without hesitation, without fear. And I will not feel this pain— the kind that lingers in the quiet, that settles deep where even light hesitates to reach. One day, perhaps, this ache will loosen its grip, and I will welcome happiness not as a fleeting visitor, but as a home at last.