I was lost within the dawn,
Scrambling, floundering, searching for something.
The blue and the violet would dissolve me
Into fragments of something that was once recognizable.
Then you came along with the sunrise,
Each step closer more calming and more gentle.
And within my blue and violet shell
Stirred a warmth, a light, a vision of white.
As the shell broke open, shattering into pieces upon epiphany,
I spread violet and green wings,
Fluttering and shimmering into the day,
Finally flying alongside
The Bluebird of Peace
Who found me.
Upon that flight, I found that to be part of the day
Meant to be part of the sunset,
And to be part of the sunset
Meant to be whole.

I lose myself in
The anxiety attacks
And I hate it
And I regret it.

But I can't change it,
I can't control it.
I try and I try
And I fail.

I want to be
Whole
I want to be
Strong
But I'm going to need
A little help
Along the way.

I'm not the best at flying,
And I'm not the best at being
My best
But if you could hold my hand
Along the way
I might be
Okay.