Once upon a time, there was a storm.
A cumulous of darkness, lingering underneath
where the rays of the sun, was the norm.
For my happiness was gone, to which I had to bequeath.
To a woman, who became a good friend.
A being who showed me the meaning of life
from Monday, to the weekend.
For my happiness was gone, as she inserted the knife.
All my friends were gone, had left
this wandering soul, alone.
My heart ached, my head, my chest.
For my happiness was gone, as I had no one to hold.
Self-reflection, wandering and tears.
It scared me, having to start anew.
You've left me without anyone here.
For my happiness was gone, only one thing to do.
Redo the script, undo my choices,
start a new page, add another chapter.
Ignore all sounds, including the negative voices.
I call this one, finding my forever after.
Through words and more than a year
I trasformed my broken pieces into gold.
Pretty plaques as part of my career.
No more sadness, for this story is yet to be told.
