I am not in perfect condition
There are scratches on my insides
That leak doubt and worry.
I've gone wandering through dark forests
Made friends with the shadows
And lost sight of the sun I held dear.
The dark was cold and lonely
But I never lost sight of the moon.
When I thought I'd never feel the warmth
I crawled through thorn bushes
And with blood on my hands
I  showed my face to the blue sky
And everything seems different now.
I feel clean and warm
A lot like I was before