I know I’ve grown
But its not perfect
Im certain
I’m used to hiding behind curtains
Is this all worth it?
Can I maintain a positive mind?
Can I shy away from what's beneath?
What I hide behind my reddened cheeks
The ice is cold beneath my feet
What if I fall, the sun out of my reach?
The weather is warming
I'm about to go back
I’ll be happy to go,
But what if it's a trap?
I’m scared I’ll relapse
Can I shield myself,
Or will the knife pierce my back?
I keep writing and writing
Hoping I’ll express how I’m feeling
But my words fall short
This fear is stealing
my heart from whats healing
What happens if I slip?
Will I get up after I trip?
Can I take what I’ve learned
To grow from mistakes
Can I hold myself together
Will I be able to stay safe?