I could feel myself falling again,
Things were getting bad again.
And yet again I thought I had failed myself.
That I had let myself down,
That I had let my loved ones down.
Everything was hurting again,
And old wounds were coming up once more,
To haunt me and my dreams.
But with good there must always be bad,
And whilst those days hurt,
I am still a fucking goddess and I will prevail.
One day I will raise my head tall once more,
And I will be able to say I am okay!
And mean it.
I am not okay, but things will get better and I will get better.
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Healing | ongoing
PoetryA story told through poetry about learning to heal, whilst also learning to love yourself along the way and that bad days are perfectly okay. **TRIGGER WARNING** This book may contain confronting content. Reader discretion is advised.
