If I fully trusted myself, I would be able to catch myself after every fall. Falling stars can’t heal the scars we wear. Finding strength in the cracks of my broken heart. Trying to find a new start from thedreams that fell apart. Through the storm, I will try to keep my mind at ease.
I know we have to start with our selfish parts. We are the monsters. Through the valleys deep, I am learning how to confront. I need to have more confidence and self love. Underneath the skies, I rise with hope like a dove. I need to be able to take care of myself. I need to be ready for the things that I can’t. I need to be ready for whatever brings me down. In a world that feels so cold, I find myself in the mirrors gaze. I search for answers and guidance. Without that, I would stumble and be lost in the dark. In the silence, I find my steady cadence. In the chaos, I discover my patience. I know I can make it next month. I know that I would be alright. I am going to get back up somehow.
If I could just play with the clouds and I would sleep through the night. Dreams flicker like stars where you hold me tight and never let me go. They pull me forward shining so bright. I would wake up to another day. I pray I find my way. I try to play some songs in life now I should know what to say. If I fully trusted myself, things will not go wrong. I would follow my gut instinct. Every choice I make feels like a hidden link. Through every twist, I don’t want to be your victim.
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