Battles scars.
My mind was caged, in limiting beliefs.
I could not see.
Blackness.
Trapped in.
Glasses…
Crashed in.
I awoke to a darkness so frightening.
But strength within me, was as a bolt of lightening.
I pulled out and bled out.
I must have been sleeping with dreams that would scare loud.
Functioning in a manner, that desired to be seen.
My life was far from serene.
I gained what came from isolation.
A friend, a love, a team, otherwise, I was in such desolation.
However, I did not lack preparation.
I stacked, ever, cases…
Of strength, of fortitude, but yet, I was awfully cruel.
How could I torture myself in a pursuit of success?
I run so hard in place…
Never knowing that this life is no race, but a marathon of beauty and attainment.
My ambition was estranging,
Tangling my mind in a horrific banging.
Loud, thumps, of thoughts clashing, and yet reigning…
But now, Love is raining, after years of storms.
My purple medal is worn, acknowledged by the spirit within.
I am never afraid, of being alone.
I will never face a darkness like that again, a battle of my broken mind.
I am healed and it seems that all is fine.
