Alone I was born, alone I grew
Among the family and friends I knew
Clawing and scratching to obtain the seeds
Of the branches containing all I was told I need
I fought hard to collect and harder to keep
Illusions of happiness no matter how cheap
Through battles external but mainly within
I strove to obtain what no man could win

From under the blanket of stress and despair
The wheels were turning, I was becoming aware

Though I still resisted even harder those days
Allowing sorrow to blossom into depression and craze
New visions of life formed and displayed
How few decisions were appropriately made
I wallowed in fear of what lay before me
Continued descent? or change the story?

Damage was done in amounts quite immense
And little to work with besides my two cents
Balanced on the knife, sluggish and beaten
I took the first steps to redeem this heathen
Those movements created a spark, then a fire
Which tempered a strong and passionate lyre
Strumming the chords of my new found epic
A phoenix reborn out of a relic
Insight grows as I learn to release
Suddenly alone, but also at peace
In that peace the future grows bright
Alone in the unknown never felt so right