Hello Kelly. What moved me most in this poem is the way it carries sadness with such softness, as if the pain were something delicate rather than crushing. The images of dew, wildflowers and shy light make the grief feel almost tender, like a feeling held gently in the palm. I love how the speaker admits to hiding behind “painted smiles,” yet the poem never sinks into bitterness. Instead, it slowly turns toward warmth, toward the quiet relief of having survived what once felt unbearable. The shift from tears to laughter feels honest — not forced, but earned, like someone finally stepping back into their own skin. And that playful confession near the end brings a surprising lightness, as if the poem itself were smiling. It reads like a reminder that healing doesn’t erase the past, but it can change the way we carry it. In the end, the voice feels freer, steadier, and quietly triumphant.