My Poems: Butterflies Mean Recovery

Look Back

i look back at my old writing,

i can't believe how much i was fighting,

everyday, of every hour,

yet i was losing strength, losing power.

it got to a bad point, i guess,

and i was terrified, i confess,

my friends and family found me out,

before i was consumed by doubt.

i haven't written as much nowadays,

i'd like to blame time leading my astray,

but it's also that i have no reason anymore,

i am not crying, broken on the bathroom floor.

i've found some amazing friends,

who are still helping me mend,

and i realise now that life is not clear,

and it won't be easy, and it's okay to fear.

but scars and bruises show we are on our way,

our life can be better some other day,

perhaps tomorrow, or next week,

happiness can't be found; but love is what you should seek.