I know there are days
you are tired from picking
up pieces of yourself.
There are times you have
felt like you have been strung
up on a tree to rot.
The moments you have been
searching for the lost reminents
of yourself.
The days you have fought
bravely, through storm's
have changed you.
You fear that losing the
person you was before the
storm has eroded away.
The old you needed to
be lost at sea, to make
room for a new improved
you.
A happier, you.
- For so long I wanted my old
version of me back. I wanted
to be the same, person. But once
a storm touches you, the old you
is lost forever. When you have
recovered a better you appears.
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Stardust Veins✨
PoetryThis is mixture of scramblings, disclosed thoughts and feelings. A glimpse into past situations and experiences that have not been brought to light. Some inspirational advice I would have given to my younger self, that I would like to share with oth...
