I was a very dramatic writer,
once upon a time...
I believed in so many things
as hard truth,
yet they were mere lies.
Melancholy can catch me,
if I dwell on this old life for too much time.
But I rather set my mind on things above,
remembering He has me in mind.

I have been scared to love again.
With only a month left on my sentence.
But I am starting to fear not the challenge of relationships.
knowing I am far from finished.
There's a beauty up ahead,
and I am in it to win it.