Broken.
I’ve been that before.
I’ve sailed through the treacherous seas of self-loathing.
I’ve drowned in the inky depths of depression
I’ve withered under the scorching heat of condemnation.
I’ve crumbled the incessant screeches of inferiority,
I’ve gained a lot of character in my days.
I’ve emerged stronger after each of these storms.
Restitched.
I’m soaking in the revitalizing river of rejuvenation.
I’m breathing in the hopeful hymns of happiness.
I’m drinking up the eternal estuary of expression.
I’m becoming a beacon burgeoning with blackness.
I’m rising above the scars of shattered hopes and dreams
I’m never going back to the bottom again.
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