There was a page Full of words That said everything That said nothing
My thoughts were unclear My writing was cloudy It made no sense But so much I understood
That poem was a failure Ironically, it spoke of failure. I tried to force ink onto paper And in return received a Mess of a masterpiece A reflection of who I am
I had abandoned my work It screams to be finished. So finally I come out of my shell I try to undo knots I couldn't untangle before
Because in a few days time I will have answers To questions I've always asked And I'm not sure I am ready But I am standing now Or at least, I will soon.
Soon, I will stand tall I will be stepping... But where will my feet land?