|midnight thoughts|

Broken

I shattered.
I finally did, okay?
I fell from a height
after taking flight,
and there's not much left of me.

I got to my feet
and picked up the pieces
of who I used to be.
I glanced at them once,
then threw them away,
because they weren't a sight to see.

So that's basically the story of how I became, well, me.
and if we count how often
I've shed my skin this past year,
it's two, going on three.

I made like Elsa and let it go,
you should try it, too.
Because when you're carrying less,
those dreams of yours
are so much easier to pursue.