With every step she took there was a little hesitation,
Since self-doubt and second guessing were at the base of her foundation.
Her eyes didn't wander in fear of who'd she meet,
So her gaze fixed upon the cracks in the concrete.
But would the world ever see her potential on display,
With her voice barely a whisper and her opinions locked away?

I made a wish, a wish that came true;
I wished that the world would bring me to you.
I waited impatiently, with no end in sight,
Blaming myself and crying at night.
Then one day you saw me, and then you were mine;
But I felt nothing except guilt through my spine.
My wish was a lie, so I chose to depart,
Now you're the one left with the broken heart.

It was Monday when it happened, I had no ink in my pen.
I had just sat down and I had to get up again.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Tuesday when it happened, my microwave broke.
My food came out mushy and my kitchen filled with smoke.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Wednesday when it happened, the sky breathed snow.
I headed outside to shovel as the mounds began to grow.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Thursday when it happened, I had too much to drink.
I woke up sore and dizzy, my head too cloudy to think.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Friday when it happened, the day I crashed my car.
The air bag crushed my bones; the shattered glass gave me a scar.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Saturday when it happened, cancer befriended my aunt.
I visited her in the hospital, bringing balloons and a plant.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and went about my day…

It was Sunday when it happened, I had the sweats and chills.
In attempt to fix my temperature, I took too many pills.
I guess I looked upset, someone asked, “Are you okay?”
I said, “I’m fine, it’s nothing,” and that was my last day.

Sea-glass is proof
That broken things
Can still be beautiful.

A heaviness in my legs,
but a song in my heart.
My fingertips seems to pull me down, itching to grip the past;
Yet my eyes have so much hope, seeing my future as clear as glass.
Am I my happiest?
Or will I break down at the next roadblock?
I'm torn and yet composed.
I feel like I'm lost -
Lost in my thoughts, lost in the world, lost on my journey-
And yet,
I've never felt more "found"
The one thing that I do know is that I just don't know.

I feel okay.
Happy even :)
And yet...
Sadness infests my mind like ants invading a house,
Small yet unwanted.