Every Step Counts
One step, my body lunged
And raked the stretching path
Step, just another one
On the ground is the aftermath
Blood may spill, pain that I'll feel
But the luxury of life kept me stilled
I could tumble, I could lay on the ground with roaring thunder
Until I could walk again and see not one but a hundred paths brighter
- CYBI
A/N : A vv special person used to always remind me one step at a time and I really need it right now so here we go. The progress is what that matters guys. Don't beat yourself up, you're doing great!
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PoetryJust a compilation of totally not dark poems written by a very sane and totally mentally stable person
