I made it through—
I really did.
I fought the dragon;
he’s gone and hid.

I needed no sword,
because, you see—
I had it in me
for eternity.

I’m proud. I’m strong.
And when I fell,
I hit the ground
but rose as well.

The dragon’s slain.
There is no more.
I can move on
with those I adore.

I’m free at last—
you best believe.
I’ve seen the worst,
but I still breathe.

Just know this truth:
I’m still the same—
just with scars
and a stronger name.

I know what we have isn't gone

Because if it was

It would have stopped hurting

If there comes a time
that you might lose me
Find me in my poetry

i've invited her to
a dark place which
is called my mind and
she stayed with me

i've taken her to
a rushing river which
is called my tears and
she swam in deep

i've walked her through
an eggshells path which
is called my traumas and
she held me tight

i don't even feel like
i need to make her stay
cause she will

Life is no laughing matter

It has to be done.

It’s so beautiful
how the universe aligned
to push me further  
into the storm.
I would have never
found the calm
at the centre otherwise.



So grateful at everything and everyone that was wrong for me. What I found so tough to understand and undergo is what I call my spine.