HEAL ME, BREAK ME

THE WANDERER'S PLEA

THE WANDERER'S PLEA

She has been traveling for years,
Searching for something she dearly cares about,
Knowing that the time keeps on moving,
She pleads to make it worth living,

From the scars of her past,
She strives hard to heal them, to make it not last,
She comes this far,
To not only come this far,

Her journey is still too long,
She cannot even finish just a single song,
Her dedication brought her here,
No one can make her waver,

She has been through a lot,
Receiving not just a single cut,
She shouted words of help,
But no rescue came to save herself,

Now, she learn to stand on her own,
Hustling from flesh to her bone,
Ignoring those sweat, blood, tears,
For now, is the time to take care of the struggles she bears,

She needs to get rid of them,
Get rid of the things that stop her to produce a wonderful hymn,
To open a wondrous realm,
Where giving up is not her game,

She is a wanderer of the past,
When she looked back and saw her cast,
The characters she made,
Where transparency is evident and there is nothing she hid,

To them, she is free,
Screw perfectness and just let her fragile self be,
To the tiny little world, she creates,
She can freely wander and dance with the beats,

In the world she built,
She can recklessly be happy without indulging guilt,
She creates a masterpiece,
Where everyone can experience freedom's kiss,

The place is full of flaws and imperfections,
Nonetheless, they are gathered there as a wonderful creation,
With their highs and their lows,
They stick together like bow and arrows,

Indeed, they are not perfect,
Nor they are sick and wrecked,
They are completely sane,
Happy, contented, and not in pain,

She got herself a sword,
Where it flows words,
An expression of her inexpressible feelings,
An emotion of deeply hidden likings,

She gathered her wrath,
To not give someone any cut,
She bleeds not with blood,
But with the inks she had,

That word she keeps hidden for too long,
Made her the woman who had an inspiring song,
She makes use of her weakness,
As a stepping stone to being a woman of meekness,

Now, she learns to be defeated by no one,
No matter how long the journey she needs to run,
She will hurdle all the obstacles,
Defeat any struggles on a roll,

Since she made a promise to herself,
Not to contradict her own but to help,
Shpleadsss not to be worst,
But strive to be a better version at any cost,

When she's down and lonely,
Let her be,
She needs the time alone,
Tor throne,

She's the queen of her world,
Following what she has been told,
Chasing what-ifs and doubts,
Taking risks, all of it counts,

Hope is what she has tethered,
Despite being unsure and lost,
She is still holding unto those faint light,
Nevertheless, she needs to win those fights,

As she takes another route on her journey,
She hopes for unwavering dedication, you see,
And this is her humble plea,
Please listen to the wanderer's hidden entreaty.