When I walk down memory lane
I find myself gathering up the tears
Reliving certain moments of my life
Ones that were dark, and others filled with light
I see the progress that has been made
And sometimes it's hard to believe it's there
As every day feels the same
I'm living in a repeating cycle of being tormented by myself
But when I see the little girl that used to live
A girl that was in the mirror
A girl that was in my soul
I want to make her happy, and make her proud
So I get up and try
I try for another day
So that way she can be proud
And maybe I'll finally be okay
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Time to Fly
PoetryTime to Fly is a collection of poetry that I wrote about my own thoughts and feelings. I hope this will help you find comfort and make you not feel alone in this journey called life as we go through our struggles together. Includes mixture of poetr...
