Everytime,
My emotions spiral,
Constantly reminding me of my haunting past.
I sit,
At the edge of the bench,
On the land of the vast ocean,
New breath ruffles,
Within.
My past is an engulfed cycle of the dark,
With the prominent banter upon others,
I sit with that-
People caused it not me,
Nay!
People shredded me into pieces of unbroken bones,
Into the breath of living soul,
Cracked yet moving,
Broken yet hopeful,
And, that is all it takes.
The new light should see,
The new breath should acknowledge,
That, the new me,
Is to correct-
The mistake of the past.
Humans shows their imperfections,
It affected me,
I outgrow it,
And, pick the dust off myself,
To correct the mistake their past did.
A savage reverie.
Clothes the coat she scribbled on,
For an active future to behold.
The gait of tomorrow.