it feels like
i am finding myself again
there are parts of me
that i left between the pages of books
in the melody of my favorite songs
and i am finding bits and pieces
of myself again
i am beginning to
put myself back together
a puzzle of a girl
a shattered vase i am trying to mend
but i am not just a puzzle
i am not just a broken vase
i am a person
i am remaking myself
finding my old pieces,
getting rid of the damaged ones,
and adding new ones each passing day
i will never be the girl i once was again
but i am still me
i am building myself
into something new
fire tests gold
the fire i walked through
turned me golden
and i know
i know
that nothing gold can stay
but i have stayed far longer
than anyone expected me to
i can exceed expectations again
i finally feel
like i know who i am
again.
YOU ARE READING
Raging Storm
Poetry{a storm may last a moment but a moment is all it takes} raindrops can be hurricanes, too. all raindrops end up in the ocean eventually, though. but we will rise again, learn to breathe again, because broken doesn't mean weak. A collection of poems...
