Dear process,
Starting over was not easy
thought I just needed to
spread my new wings
then flap them flimsy
then again, once again
I reached rockbottom
there it was terrifying
it was dark and hopeless
mistake : trying to start over
defenseless and vulnerable
that's what was and what felt
was missing half of who I am
the reason was unknown
feelings come and linger
like the feeling of lost and grief
lost what I thought I had
mourned over what I wish I had
foolish child, failing is terrifying
depression and anxieties
it was written all over
it scared me to start over,
twice failed attempt
first its flight was smooth
second its crashing down
they say it's waste of time
little did they know, I cried
it's scary, I let fear swallow me
in silence
I let out
and cry in
frustration
muffled screams in closed doors
teary yet opened eyes
held captive and locked away
in a jail of deep thougths
set free, when I began to love me
learned to guard
my heart and soul
loved and cared
for myself even more
built my own wings
from scratch,
then flew, I soared
never reached the stars
atleast and at last, I was free
they can now never ignore
how I beat the demons
how I won my battles alone
that once never let me go
never hit by a stone
knocked in some sense by
trying for the third time
and did it right this time
Now, I'm here to show you how to build wings with words and foes for when you reach rockbottom there's no choice left but to go up.
