It (#Wattys2016)

I

i was a frail, little child
whose hopes were diminished
at a very young age.

i was born into discomfort
thrusted into the dark,
my potential extinguished.

never had a chance to define
what i could be, only
what i must be.

those hands taught me well;
made me understand
the concept of reality.

shoved down ice in this
distorted soul, made me feel
beyond filthy.

and i remember the moments
i wouldn't stop crying;
my tears were my friends.

and i promised myself
i would be better, i
would shape myself well.

and those hands were simply
a nuisance; they would
disappear in the end.

and eventually, they did.
light prevents dark and
for once, i could feel.

make me better, i whispered
to myself, a command and
slowly, i did.

gathered the pieces
hidden by those hands;
found my strengths.

crossed out my 'i's
learnt to understand
the significance of I.

And so in the remnants
of who i was, I found that
I was no liability.

I could be, shall be
a hero to all, ensure
things for the greater good.

the child from the past
still lives on within me
but now, I
can make a difference.

but now, I
can keep my promise.

but now, I
can finally be happy.

and now, I can finally
smile because now I know
the future is beyond bright.