#10

It was 2017 when the story began
collapsing, but it was 2020 when a
new chapter was beginning. All my skin
knew was stick and stones, all my
head told me was that I was alone. I walked 
away told my friends I have nothing left
else to say, let my family know I didn’t
wanna make a sound. 

I was content with being lost, it didn’t
cost me anything, but an honest reflection
in my story. That pain was nothing but 
stepping stones. My head told me I was 
alone, but my soul told me I just needed to 
take some time out. To really think about me. 
Told me it was okay to be lost, and slowly
I would find myself.  

This is my story, I was lost, but in
a sense of soul, I was found. I let it 
all go. 

It was the middle of 2018 when this chapter
reached its climax. I had put the pen down.
I lifted my head back up to take in the sunlight. 
Not let anyone tell me what was write for me.
Expressed me through something other than my
goals.

Told Peace to take a step back, and that I 
needed to come out. Come out and smile just a 
minute, breathe in the moonlight just for a little bit. 

I was happy to be lost, but I’m
grateful that I was found
I was happy to let it all go, but I was 
Optimistic to pull it all back in. 
I am grateful to have known Peace,
but I’m happy to finally know me. 
To start a new chapter embracing each
and every damn piece of me.

This is my story, I was lost, but in
a sense of soul, I was found. I let it 
all go. 

I’m finally writing a new chapter, I’m
finally accepting that this is truly my
story. It all comes down to me and what
I believe, and I believe in me.

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