They say not to be afraid,
They say to be strong and brave,
As if that’s all it truly takes for one to be ok once more.
They say that I would not make it,
They said I was living and breathing self inflicted pain,
Little did I fully comprehend the evil they were tryna share.
I may not be full of faith,
I may not be sure to see the fruits within my healing soul,
One thing I am sure of, is that my life is worth living,
My story is worth being told, my tears worth being shed in hope for a better tomorrow.
Each time I rise,
Above critics, above diseases,
I rise stronger, for my clipped wings have fully recovered, fully stretched awaiting to fly above the horizon.