SupportIt’s been a while,
Nine months in exact amount,
The trace of a blade ever existing,
Memories carved into my skin.
These memories have bled,
I’ve no reason to open closed wounds,
For they represent closed doors.
My past is long behind me,
And I strive to continue my forward march,
Onward ‘till morning,
Those, my constant words of motivation.
I was once told that at the end of the tunnel,
There was a brilliant white light.
And at that time, I did not hear,
For I had a gut wrenching fear,
I’d never make it to the end.
I’ve proven myself in more ways than one,
And I’ve fought the battle valiantly.
Out of it all,
I’m proud to say I came out on top.
And I’m here to tell you,
You can too.