I had been a mirror
Broken into a thousand pieces,
Stuck reflecting only the pain of my past
I thought the pain I was going through
Was all for nothing,
Was only designed to bring me suffering
What I did not know
Was what I was enduring
Was devised to help me grow.
I was no longer a mirror
Reflecting only pain;
But a mosaic
Showing the beauties of this world.
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A Teen Finally Healing
PoesieI spent most of my teen years fighting depression and trying to get better and ultimately failing. Now at nineteen only months before my twentieth birthday, I have finally learned how to heal and grow and move on. Here's a collection born from these...
