walked over thorns
and somehow made it, but with markings of left scars
a voice told me i wouldn't make it, and for longer than a second
i gave it serious thought
it consumed me, day after day, night after night
with every thorn i stepped on, it numbed a nerve in body
but even with numb nerves, i could still feel everything
it came in form of thoughts, people, and more i can't list or name
it made me question everyday, not in a sensible way
convinced me many things undeserving of trust
every step made my stomach coil, but without my own permission
i kept going, because i felt a promise
the world seemed upside down, every breath felt stolen
every smile felt wrong, waking up became a chore
sometimes time felt stuck, other times it felt out of proportion
only the hard questions with no answers circled the mind non stop
that promise came, i don't know who made it
i call it promise because it came, and i am living it now